Volume 2 — From The Month. PATIENCE. FROM THE GERMAN.

All through this earth we live in A silent angel goes, Sent by the God of mercy To soften earthly woes. Sweet peace and gracious pity In his meek eyes abide; That angel's name is Patience— Oh, take him for your guide. His gentle hand will lead thee Through paths of grief and gloom; His cheering voice will whisper Of brighter days to come; For when thy heart is sinking, His courage faileth not; He helps thy cross to carry, And soothes the saddest lot. He turns to chastened sadness The anguished spirit's cry; The restless heart he calmeth To meek tranquillity; The darkest hour will brighten At his benign command, And every wound he healeth With slow but certain hand. He dries, without reproving. The tears upon thy cheek; He doth not chide thy longings. But makes them calm and meek; And if, when storms are raging, Thou askest, murmuring, "Why?" He answers not, but pointeth With quiet smile on high. He hath not ready answer For every question here; "Endure," so runs his motto— "The time for rest is near." So, with few words, beside thee Fareth thine angel-friend; Thinking not of the journey, But of its glorious end.