Who Bides His Time
Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his fortunes be, He will not fail in any qualm Of poverty - the paltry dime It will grow golden in his palm, Who bides his time. Who bides his time - he tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet, Joy runs to meet him, drawing near; The birds are heralds of his cause; And like a never-ending rhyme, The roadsides bloom in his applause, Who bides his time. Who bides his time, and fevers not In the hot race that none achieves, Shall wear cool-wreathen laurel, wrought With crimson berries in the leaves; And he shall reign a goodly king, And sway his hand o'er every clime, With peace writ on his signet-ring, Who bides his time.
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"Who bides his time, and day by day..."
Exploring the themes of classic, James Whitcomb Riley delivers a powerful performance in "Who Bides His Time"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...