Strive, Wait, and Pray
By Adelaide Proctor
STRIVE; yet I do not promise
The prize you dream of today
Will not fade when you think to grasp it,
And melt in your hand away;
But another and holier treasure
You would now perchance disdain,
Will come when your toil is over,
And pay you for all your pain. Wait; yet I do not tell you
The hour you long for now
Will not come with its radiance vanished,
And a shadow upon its brow;
Yet far through the misty future,
With a crown of starry light,
An hour of joy you know not
Is winging her silent flight. Pray; though the gift you ask for
May never comfort your tears,
May never repay your pleading,
Yet pray, and with hopeful tears;
An answer, not that you long for;
But diviner, will come one day;
Your eyes are too dim to see it,
Yet strive, and wait, and pray.