The Home Circle by Mrs. M. E. Sangster

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Feb 5, 1885

The Home Circle.

By Mrs. M. E. Sangster

PATIENCE.

TAP, tap, along the pavement, tap, It came, a little crutch. A pale-faced lad looked up at me; "I do not mind it much," He answered to my pitying look; "It might be worse, you know; Some fellows have to stay in bed, While I quite fast can go.

"Oh yes, I used to run about, Perhaps I may again; The doctor says it's wonderful I have so little pain; It hurts me now and then, of course, Well—ever since the fall, But I'm so very glad, you see, That I can walk at all."

Tap, tap, the little crutch went on; I saw the golden hair, The brown eyes wide and all aglow, The noble, manly air; And somehow tears a moment came, And made my vision dim, While still the laddie's cheerful words Were sweet as sweetest hymn.

"I am so very glad, you see, That I can walk at all." Why, that's the way for us to feel When troubles may befall, There's always blue sky somewhere, friend, Though clouds around you meet, And patience will the Master send, If sought at his dear feet. —Mrs. M. E. Sangster.