Wait still upon God.

[Pg 15]

Hallow with praise the wheeling days

Until the cord goes slack,

Until the very heartstring frays,

Until the stiffening back

Can ply no more; keep then the door,

And, thankful in the sun,

Watch you the same unending war

Ontaken by your son.

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Who is to know how she does grow

Or how shapes her mind?

The seasons flow, not fast or slow,

We cannot lag behind.

The long winds blow, a tree lies low

That was an old friend:

The winter snow, the summer's glow—

Shall these things have an end?

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