He That Believeth Shall Not Make Haste.
The aloes grow upon the sand, The aloes thirst with parching heat; Year after year they waiting stand, Lonely and calm, and front the beat Of desert winds; and still a sweet And subtle voice thrills all their veins: "Great patience wins; it still remains, After a century of pains, To you to bloom and be complete." I grow upon a thorny waste; Hot noontide lies on all the way, And with its scorching breath makes haste Each freshening dawn to burn and slay, Yet patiently I bide and stay: Knowing the secret of my fate, The hour of bloom, dear Lord, I wait, Come when it will, or soon or late, A hundred years are but a day.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"The aloes grow upon the sand,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Susan Coolidge (Sarah Chauncey Woolsey) delivers a powerful performance in "He That Believeth Shall Not Make Haste."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...