Learn to wait-life's hardest lesson
Conned, perchance, through blinding trears;
While the heart throbs sadly echo
To the tread of passing years.
Learn to wait-hope's slow fruition;
Faint not, though the way seems long;
there is joy in each condition;
Hearts through suffering may grow strong.
Thus a soul untouched by sorrow
Aims not at a hight state;
Joy seeks not a brighter morrow;
Only sad hearts learn to wait.