Classic Poem

FIRST Part .

W AS pride, alas! e'er made for man?
Blind, erring, guilty creature he,
His birth the dust, his life a span,
His wisdom less than vanity.

If wealth and pow'r with dazzling rays
And pageant state this nothing dress;
On the fair idol shall we gaze?
And envy that as happiness?

Jesus, by thy instruction taught,
Our foolish passions are represt:
We blush at our misguided thought,
And see and call the humble blest.

To know ourselves, to learn of thee,
And bend our necks beneath thy throne,
Thus dictates wise Humility,
This makes the wealth of heav'n our own.