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Poems About Patience

Table of Contents

  1. Serenity by Amos Russel Wells
  2. An Exhortation to Patience by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott
  3. If We Understood by Anonymous
  4. The Blind Boy by Colley Cibber
  5. Pebbles by Frank Dempster Sherman


He that can have patience can have what he will.

– Ben Franklin
Poor Richard's Almanack
  1. Serenity

    by Amos Russel Wells

    Learn patience. Watch the quiet-moving hours
    Slowly beneath hard winter form the spring.
    To-day the earth is locked in icy death,
    To-morrow, and to-morrow. Dreary boughs
    Flaunt their dry leaves in mockery of life.
    The ground is adamant; no juices run;
    The world is chained in silent hopelessness.

    But patience! By a hair's breadth momently
    The whirling globe turns nearer to the sun.
    And patience! By a hair's breadth momently
    The iron earth relaxes into life.
    Slow drop by drop the sluggish current starts
    Through nature's myriad veins. The glittering sky
    Takes on insensibly a milder light.
    The meadow softens. Through the waiting woods
    Delicious thrills anticipate the spring.

    For He, the Life, the omnipresent Life,
    The Life that beats at every door of death,
    The Life that broods in every sky, and spreads
    In ceaseless widening waves to every shore,
    Has filled the world too full for any noise
    Or bluster of His working,—nought to do,
    In any corner of His universe,
    But live and love and be the God He is!

    So shall I live when I am one with Him,
    So shall I work in all serenity.
    So shall I face the cold or any heat,
    The storm or drought, and live my life through all.
    So shall I know the shallowness of sound,
    The majesty of calm; and so at last
    Become co-worker of God's patient years.

  2. An Exhortation to Patience

    by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

    It is a thorny path we tread,
    Where disappointments come;
    Then we are mingled with the dead,
    And cover'd in the tomb.

    Our fondest hopes are blighted here,
    For earth is not our home;
    Then o'er frail life we drop a tear,
    And welcome then the tomb.

    To-day the sun is bright and clear,
    To morrow clouds may come;
    Yet though no change to us appear,
    We are hastening to the tomb.

    Look then on life as lent awhile,
    To gain a heavenly home,
    Where Jesus meets us with a smile,
    Who once perfum'd the tomb.

    For us a crown of thorns He wore,
    His soul was fill'd with gloom,
    Then led believers evermore,
    To triumph o'er the tomb.

    When to the cross His hands were nail'd,
    And the dread hour was come,
    His glorious mission never fail'd,
    He conquer'd then the tomb.

    Then let us wait with patience here,
    Our Conqueror soon will come;
    The trump shall sound, the dead shall hear,
    And live beyond the tomb.

  3. If We Understood

    We should love each other better,
    If we only understood.

    - Anonymous
    If We Understood
    by Anonymous

    Could we but draw back the curtains
    That surround each other's lives,
    See the naked heart and spirit,
    Know what spur the action gives,
    Often we should find it better,
    Purer than we judged we should,
    We should love each other better,
    If we only understood.

    Could we judge all deeds by motives,
    See the good and bad within,
    Often we should love the sinner
    All the while we loathe the sin;
    Could we know the powers working
    To o'erthrow integrity,
    We should judge each other's errors
    With more patient charity.

    If we knew the cares and trials,
    Knew the effort all in vain,
    And the bitter disappointment,
    Understood the loss and gain—
    Would the grim, eternal roughness
    Seem—I wonder—just the same?
    Should we help where now we hinder,
    Should we pity where we blame?

    Ah! we judge each other harshly,
    Knowing not life's hidden force;
    Knowing not the fount of action
    Is less turbid at its source;
    Seeing not amid the evil
    All the golden grains of good;
    Oh! we'd love each other better,
    If we only understood.

  4. The Blind Boy

    With heavy sighs I often hear
    You mourn my hapless woe;
    But sure with patience I can bear
    A loss I ne'er can know.

    – Colley Cibber
    The Blind Boy
    by Colley Cibber

    O say what is that thing called Light,
    Which I must ne'er enjoy;
    What are the blessings of the sight,
    O tell your poor blind boy!

    You talk of wondrous things you see,
    You say the sun shines bright;
    I feel him warm, but how can he,
    Or make it day or night?

    My day or night myself I make
    Whene'er I sleep or play;
    And could I ever keep awake
    With me 'twere always day.

    With heavy sighs I often hear
    You mourn my hapless woe;
    But sure with patience I can bear
    A loss I ne'er can know.

    Then let not what I cannot have
    My cheer of mind destroy:
    Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
    Although a poor blind boy.

  5. Pebbles

    by Frank Dempster Sherman

    Out of a pellucid brook
    Pebbles round and smooth I took;
    Like a jewel, every one
    Caught a color from the sun, —
    Ruby red and sapphire blue,
    Emerald and onyx too,
    Diamond and amethyst, —
    Not a precious stone I missed;
    Gems I held from every land
    In the hollow of my hand.

    Workman Water these had made;
    Patiently through sun and shade,
    With the ripples of the rill
    He had polished them, until
    Smooth, symmetrical and bright,
    Each one sparkling in the light
    Showed within its burning heart
    All the lapidary’s art;
    And the brook seemed thus to sing:
    Patience conquers everything!

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