Pamelia Sarah Vining Yule (1825–1897)

I SAW how the patient Sun

Hasted untiringly

The self-same old race to run;

Never aspiringly

Seeking some other road

Through the blue heaven

Than the one path which God

Long since had given;—

And I said, ‘Patient Sun,

Teach me my race to run,

Even as thine is done,

Steadfastly ever;

Weakly, impatiently

Wandering never!’

I saw how the patient Earth

Sat uncomplainingly,

While in his boisterous mirth,

Winter disdainingly

Mocked at her steadfast trust

That from its icy chain

Spring her imprisoned dust

Soon would release again;—

And I said, ‘Patient Earth,

Biding thy hour of dearth,

Waiting the voice of mirth

Soon to rewaken,

Teach me like thee to trust,

Steadfast, unshaken!’