| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXI. Interlude
Epochs
v. Patience | | By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887) |
| | | THE PASSION of despair is quelled at last; | |
| The cruel sense of undeservèd wrong, | |
| The wild self-pity, these are also past; | |
| She knows not what may come, but she is strong; | |
| She feels she hath not aught to lose nor gain, | 5 |
| Her patience is the essence of all pain…. | |
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| There is a deeper pathos in the mild | |
| And settled sorrow of the quiet eyes, | |
| Than in the tumults of the anguish wild, | |
| That made her curse all things beneath the skies; | 10 |
| No question, no reproaches, no complaint, | |
| Hers is the holy calm of some meek saint. | | | | |
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