Patience is an easy thing
Beneath a cloudless sky.
And perseverance, ah!
It flows from joyous springs
When life is bright with soothing rain
And diamonds litter grassy ground.
My patience is no virtue,
Untried by hate and fire,
For it wanes sore thin
In dreary classes
While I am full and warm.
I am lost again,
In the interminable eternity
Of a three-hour lecture;
And virtue is soft and blank
In this impatient heart.
Deus, propitius esto mihi peccatori.