THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE.

To weary hearts, to mourning homes,

God's meekest Angel gently comes

No power has he to banish pain,

Or give us back our lost again;

And yet in tenderest love, our dear

And Heavenly Father sends him here.

There's quiet in that Angel's glance,

There‘ s rest in his still countenance!

He mocks no grief with idle cheer,

Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear;

But ills and woes he may not cure

He kindly trains us to endure.

Angel of Patience! sent to calm

Our feverish brows with cooling palm;

To lay the storms of hope and fear,

And reconcile life's smile and tear;

The throbs of wounded pride to still,

And make our own our Father's will.

O thou who mournest on thy way,

With longings for the close of day;

He walks with thee, that Angel kind,

And gently whispers, “Be resigned

Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell

The dear Lord ordereth all things well!”