Endurance
How much the heart may bear
and yet not break
How much the flesh may suffer
and not die!
I question if any pain or ache
Of soul or body brings our
end more high.
Death chooses its own time:
"til that is sworn
All evil may be borne.
Behold, we live through all
things-famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain, all grief
and misery,
All woe and sorrow.
Life inflicts its worst on
soul and body,
But we cannot die, though we
be sick and tired
and faint and worn,
Lo, all things can be borne!
-E.A. Allen
This Poem posted by tdnb
