Tho sorrow has been strangely mixt
In all our lives, there is no fate
That can retard the coming day.
Be patient. In His perfect time
God’s purpose will unfold, sublime,
And light and joy shall have their way.(Text.)
(2314)
Lady Henry Somerset has told how her attention was first called to the work of relieving the sufferings of poor city children.
“I was moved in that direction by the rare patience and imagination of one little boy. His example convinced me that patience was one of the qualities I needed most, and in seeking it I grew into that work. I was in a hospital on visiting day while the doctors were changing a plaster-cast which held the crippled boy’s limb. The operation was exceedingly painful, I was told. To my surprize the little sufferer neither stirred nor winced, but made a curious buzzing sound with his mouth. After the doctors left him, I said: