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THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 28, 1857

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 10, No. 4.

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THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE.

Beside the toilsome way, Lowly and sad, by fruits and flowers unblest, Which my worn feet tread sadly day by day, Longing in vain for rest,
An angel softly walks, With pale sweet face, and eyes cast meekly down, The while from withered leaves and flowerless stalks She weaves my fitting crown.
A sweet and patient grace, A look of firm endurance, true and tried, Of suffering meekly borne, rests on her face, So pure—so glorified.
And when my fainting heart Desponds and murmurs at its adverse fate. Then quietly the angel's bright lips part, Murmuring softly, "Wait."
"Patience!" she sweetly saith— "The Father's mercies never come too late. Gird thee with patient strength and trusting faith And firm endurance—wait."
Angel!—behold—I wait— Wearing the thorny crown through all life's hours— Wait till thy hand shall ope the eternal gate, And change the thorns to flowers! [Sel.