Have Patience, And Endure

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

The Weary Sun Hath Made A Golden Set And By The Bright Tract Of His Fiery Car Gives Token Of A Goodly Day To-morrow.

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!