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PATIENCE.
“Like Patience seated on a monument.”Pretty conceit! This grace (this Christian grace
I mean, not one of the old Pagan race,
All “three” together no equivalent
For this: of earth they; this from heaven sent)
In sooth, is on a tomb not out of place,
Rebuking with divine uplifted face
Death and the Grave, while Love kneels crushed and bent.
Yet this debt paid to Death, Life claims its due.
Arise, sweet Patience, then! resume thy task
With those who fight the good fight, with the true,
Who toil for Love and Truth, nor seek, nor ask
The false world's fickle favours, but of you,
And Hope, sweet helpmate, would the loss sore rue.
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