Forbearance

Why does it smart to fathom all that the soul has to bestow
Howbeit chairty can coerce it all to render?

To gloze the thorns that prod; is to be asleep among the looming tempest ,whilst the heart endures to know
A tounge throes, just as a blade;
truth's dagger stabs in the abyss within one's bossom, killing faith ere t'was made; as for no common ground
how can hope dawn to blossom