  By ALICE C. JENNINGS. Strive not to fill an angel’s part Without an angel’s wing: But, as it is, thy human heart To God, thy Maker, bring. His patience never doth abate Howe’er we sin and fall; Be patient with thyself, and wait Till patience conquers all. Grieve never that thy daily task A homely outline shows; For bulbs unsightly oft may mask The sweetest flower that blows. The work so light-esteemed may gain A place, and claim a power That works far grander seek in vain, Though unto heaven they tower. Look not without for blame or praise, Look upward and within: And, through the swift-revolving days, With each, thy task begin. And lo! as grows the kingly tree, By force of inward might, Thy life, to those around shall be Majestic, strong and bright. With patience work—with gladness, love, Nor seek results to scan: Who works, but will not wait, must prove A discord in God’s plan. Let body, mind, and soul, and will To labor be addressed— Press thou with courage onward still And leave to him the rest. decorative line
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