The love for Hate. Yea, then, where may I to turn?
And lo, as I adreaming sat
A voice spaked out to me: What ho! What ho!
And lo, the voice of one, a friend!
This, then, shall be my treasure,
And the Earth part I shall hold
From out all gifts of Him.
Love of God, and God’s love for us, and the certainty of life after death as a consequence of that love, are the themes of Patience’s finest poetry, consideration of which is reserved for succeeding chapters. Yet a taste of this devotional poetry will not be amiss at this point in the presentation of her works, as an indication of the character of that which is to come.
Lo, ’pon a day there bloomed a bud,
And swayed it at adance ’pon sweeted airs.