Poems (Eckley)/"In patience possess ye your souls"

by Sophia May Eckley

"In patience possess ye your souls."

HOUGH the way be tortuous, narrow—
  Steep the bend,
And the feet are sore and weary,
  Will it end?

'Though the heart is sad and dreary
  On the way,
And God has seemed to hide His presence
  Far away;

'Tis to teach thee faith and meekness—
  Courage lend;
Be thou faithful, strong, enduring,
  Comes the end!