IMPATIENCE. 25 
BALSOMINE. 
Impatiens. 
Language — IMPATIENCE. 
I cannot, will not longer brook 
Thy cold delay, thy prudent look. 
Dost love me ? Share at once my fate, 
Be it bright or desolate! 
I will abide no half-way love, 
Nor wait for prudence ere I move : 
One more repulse, and I depart! 
Come, now or never, to my heart. 
Anon. 
Life of my life, at once my fate decree ; 
I wait my death, or more than life, from thee! 
I have no arts nor powers thy soul to move, 
But doting constancy and boundless love ; 
This is my all: had I the world to give, 
Thine were its throne; now bid me die or live. 
Ckabbe. 
O, liow impatience gains upon the soul, 
When the long-promised hour of joy draws near! 
How slow the tardy moments seem to roll! 
Mbs. Tiohe. 
