The Victory of Patience

ARMED of the Gods ! Divinest conqueror!
What soundless hosts are thine ! Nor pomp, nor state,
Nor token, to betray where thou dost wait.
All Nature stands, for thee, ambassador ;
Her forces all thy serfs, for peace or war.
Greatest and least alike, thou rul’st their fate, —
The avalanche chained until its century’s date,
The mulberry leaf made robe for emperor !
Shall man alone thy law deny ? — refuse
Thy healing for his blunders and his sins?
Oh, make us thine! Teach us who waits best sues;
Who longest waits of all most surely wins.
When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
To doubt, to chafe, to haste, doth God accuse.
Helen Jackson.