Patience — but peace of heart we cannot choose; Nor would he wish us cravenly to keep Aloof in soul, who — large in statesmanship And justice — sent our ships to Vera Cruz. Patience must wring our hearts, while we refuse To launch our country on that crimson deep Which breaks the dikes of Europe, but we sleep Watchful, still waiting by the awful fuse. Wisdom he counsels, and he counsels well Whose patient fortitude against the fret And sneer of time has stood inviolable We love his goodness and will not forget. With him we pause beside the mouth of hell: — The wolf of Europe has not triumphed yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |