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XLVIII.
PATIENCE.
Patience, rare virtue, let me sing thy praises.When gouty pains the human frame are racking,
How wretched is his plight who thee is lacking!
With thee more kindly rest the encircling baizes.
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Her house in riot,—“children everywhere,”—
Their voices loud disturb the quiet air,
And rude feet trample every guarded spot.
Patience! 't is needed in life's every round,
And they are happiest who have it most,—
Better by far than wealth is this to boast,—
It spreadeth sunshine wheresoe'er 't is found;
Patience,—but, O! it brightest shines in life
Soothing the tempest of a scolding wife.
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