My Beth

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Sitting patient in the shadow
  Till the blessed light shall come,
  A serene and saintly presence
  Sanctifies our troubled home.
  Earthly joys and hopes and sorrows
  Break like ripples on the strand
  Of the deep and solemn river
  Where her willing feet now stand.


  O my sister, passing from me,
  Out of human care and strife,
  Leave me, as a gift, those virtues
  Which have beautified your life.
  Dear, bequeath me that great patience
  Which has power to sustain
  A cheerful, uncomplaining spirit
  In its prison-house of pain.


  Give me, for I need it sorely,
  Of that courage, wise and sweet,
  Which has made the path of duty
  Green beneath your willing feet.
  Give me that unselfish nature,
  That with charity devine
  Can pardon wrong for love's dear sake--
  Meek heart, forgive me mine!


  Thus our parting daily loseth
  Something of its bitter pain,
  And while learning this hard lesson,
  My great loss becomes my gain.
  For the touch of grief will render
  My wild nature more serene,
  Give to life new aspirations,
  A new trust in the unseen.


  Henceforth, safe across the river,
  I shall see forever more
  A beloved, household spirit
  Waiting for me on the shore.
  Hope and faith, born of my sorrow,
  Guardian angels shall become,
  And the sister gone before me
  By their hands shall lead me home.

© Louisa May Alcott