Be Gentle With Thy Wife

BE gentle! for you little know
    How many trials rise;
  Although to thee they may be 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 what 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! none are perfect here—
    Thou’rt dearer far than life,
  Then husband, bear and still forbear—
    Be gentle to thy wife.