Be Gentle With Thy Wife (from Doris Shields)
Be gentle, for you little know
How many trials rise;
Although to thee they may seem small,
To her of giant size.
Be gentle, though perchance that lip
May speak a murmuring tone,
The heart may beat with kindness yet,
And joy to be thine own.
Be gentle; weary hours of pain
‘Tis woman’s lot to bear;
Then yield her that support thou canst,
And all her sorrows share.
Be gentle, for the noblest hearts
At times may have some grief;
And even in a pettish word
May seek to find relief.
Be gentle, for unkindness now
May rouse an angry storm
That all the after years of life
In vain may strive to calm.
Be gentle – perfect there are none;
Thou’rt dear far than life;
Then, husband, bear and still forbear.
Be gentle to thy wife.