Trouble.Set thyself to cure it; If 'tis but to be endured, Bravely, then, endure it. Weak complaint and peevish fret Never banished trouble yet:___ They do but insure it. Grief hast thou, full hardly borne___ Time hath touch of healing. Patience, yet may rays of morn Through the night come stealing. Trouble yet may prove a friend, Stern, yet faithful, in the end, Highest use revealing. Dost thou, sad-eyed passer-by, Bear a living sorrow___ Secret pain that may not cry___ May no pity borrow? While thy tears in darkness flow, Seest thou no gleams that show Glimpse of bright to-morrow? Patience yet; thou hopeless one! With thy best endeavor Give thy life. 'Tis lightly spun___ Lightest touch may sever. At the last are rest and peace, Serest trouble's calm surcease___ Grief is not forever. __Ellen P. Allerton |
Walls of Corn And Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
Pages 183-184
(Hiawatha, Kansas: The Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
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