WHISPERS 'NEATH THE PALMS.
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Let me lie down in silence at Thy feet;
Weary and faint, at last my courage fails."
Weary and faint, at last my courage fails."
"Child, wouldst thou rest while yet the Master waits?
Droop in the race before the crown is won?
Escape the shame, the burden, and the toil,
And lose the seed-time ere thy work be done?"
Droop in the race before the crown is won?
Escape the shame, the burden, and the toil,
And lose the seed-time ere thy work be done?"
"I am not learned, Lord, I have no strength;
And if I have, it wars against Thy will.
Thou bid'st me wait, and I am full of care;
Thou call'st me forward, and behold me, still!"
And if I have, it wars against Thy will.
Thou bid'st me wait, and I am full of care;
Thou call'st me forward, and behold me, still!"
"I am thy Strength; and thou shalt live to praise
For all the way I led thee. Why repine?
Be of good courage, 'tis My word thou bear'st;
Be thine the willing heart, the power is Mine."
For all the way I led thee. Why repine?
Be of good courage, 'tis My word thou bear'st;
Be thine the willing heart, the power is Mine."
"My harp is all unstrung; my only song
Is, like the palm-tree's, folded in a word;
And e'en my praise is stammered more than sung,
My coward heart lies low—Thou know'st it, Lord!
Is, like the palm-tree's, folded in a word;
And e'en my praise is stammered more than sung,
My coward heart lies low—Thou know'st it, Lord!
"Oh, were I like yon fair and fruitful Palm,
Glory and pleasure Thou wouldst find in me;
Gath'ring the warmth and light from heaven alone,
I'd bear my golden fruit, a crown for Thee!"
Glory and pleasure Thou wouldst find in me;
Gath'ring the warmth and light from heaven alone,
I'd bear my golden fruit, a crown for Thee!"
"Patience, poor weary one! The lofty Palm,
That by the waters spreads its thirsty root,
That by the waters spreads its thirsty root,
