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'he That Believeth Shall Not Make Haste' Post by :hmblack Category :Poems Author :Susan Coolidge Date :July 2011 Read :1405

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"he That Believeth Shall Not Make Haste"

The aloes grow upon the sand,
The aloes thirst with parching heat;
Year after year they waiting stand,
Lonely and calm, and front the beat
Of desert winds; and still a sweet
And subtle voice thrills all their veins:
"Great patience wins; it still remains,
After a century of pains,
To you to bloom and be complete."

I grow upon a thorny waste;
Hot noontide lies on all the way,
And with its scorching breath makes haste
Each freshening dawn to burn and slay,
Yet patiently I bide and stay:
Knowing the secret of my fate,
The hour of bloom, dear Lord, I wait,
Come when it will, or soon or late,
A hundred years are but a day.



(The end)
Susan Coolidge's poem: "He That Believeth Shall Not Make Haste"

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