WAITING.
LEARN to wait,-- life's hardest lesson,
Conned, perchance through blinding tears,
While the heart-throbs sadly echo
To the tread of passing years.
Learn to wait hope's slow fruition;
Faint not, though the way seem long;
There is joy in each condition,
Hearts though suffering may grow strong.
Constant sunshine, however welcome,
Ne'er would ripen fruit or flower;
Giant oaks owe half their greatness
To the scathing tempest's power.
Thus the soul untouched by sorrow,
Aims not at a higher state;
Joy seeks not a brighter morrow
Only sad hearts learn to wait.
Human strength and human greatness
Spring not from life's sunny side;
Heroes must be more than driftwood,
Floating down a waveless tide.