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The Inner Life

LEARN to wait—life’s hardest lesson, Conned, perchance, through blinding tears. While the heart-throbs sadly echo To the tread of passing years.

Learn to wait—hope’s slow fruition; Faint not, though the way seems long, There is joy in each condition, Hearts, through suffering, may grow strong.

Constant sunshine, howe’er welcome, Ne’er would ripen fruit or flower; Giant oaks owe half their greatness To the scathing tempest’s power.

Thus a soul, untouched by sorrow, Aims not at a higher state; Joy seeks not a brighter morrow, Only sad hearts learn to wait.

Human strength and human greatness Spring not from life’s sunny side, Heroes must be more than driftwood, Floating on a waveless tide. —Anonymous.