Classic Poem

Be humble, — be resigned, — be penitent: —
Be God's thy will: — the spirit of prayer be thine;
The spirit of love: be with each chance content
That seems to fall out in th' appointed line
Of Providence. Let not thy soul repine,
Nor yield it e'er to fruitless retrospect.
Save when thou feel'st admonished from the shrine
Of awful conscience, that, by some neglect
Of thine, thou pay'st the fine for God's will by thee checked.

Be humble, — be resigned, — be penitent: —
Be God's thy will: — the spirit of prayer be thine;
The spirit of love: be with each chance content
That seems to fall out in th' appointed line
Of Providence. Let not thy soul repine,
Nor yield it e'er to fruitless retrospect.
Save when thou feel'st admonished from the shrine
Of awful conscience, that, by some neglect
Of thine, thou pay'st the fine for God's will by thee checked.