Who bides his time, and fevers not In a 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.
"Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul"
Various
The lamp-light fell among the light loose curls of brown hair, glanced from the white brow, showed the delicate flush with which delight had coloured her cheeks, and then lit up the little hands which were busy with gold and Wreathen work of the cable chain.
"The End of a Coil"
Susan Warner