Chapter 53 Patience Taught By Nature

O DREARY life, we cry, O dreary life ! And still the generations of the birds Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds Serenely live while we are keeping strife With Heavens true purpose in us, as a knife Against which we may struggle ! Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and rife Meek leaves drop year]y from the forest-trees To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass In their old glory: O thou God of old, Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these!-- But so much patience as a blade of grass Grows by, contented through the heat and cold.