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Impatience
Thou chid'st the wind, and snow, and sleet, and ice;That still delay the Spring, when Spring is near.
Thou see'st the grass as if already green,
And scent'st the flowers, and hear'st the song of birds.
Then why this disappointment of my hopes,
You ask? What! would you have the year come forth
To fail, and die? This wind, and snow, and ice,
This second winter was not made in vain.
'Twas sent to retard and check the vital powers,
That else, with fatal haste, might swell the grain,
And cause the fruitful trees too soon to bloom.
O'ertook by sudden frosts, and icy blasts,
Nature in all her glow of life would droop,
And famished millions perish!
Scorn not slow Nature's work; chide not her ways,
For they are ordered, everywhere, aright;
But from her wisdom learn thou to be wise.
There is a Providence in all we see,
Which man should ever study and adore.
Poem No. 667; c. 17 April 1847
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