Classic Poem

Thee have I sought, divine Humility,
—Within, without!
And Science did I take as guide to thee;
—She showed me Doubt.

Then did I turn to Art: “Be thou my friend,
—My pride destroy.”
She sang of Glory that should never end
—And taught me Joy.

“Nature, be thou my monitress!” I cried
—In accents clear.
She shook the very base of human pride,
—And whispered, “Fear.”

Lastly of Love did I beseech this grace,
—To come to thee;
Love turned on me a dark and dreadful face,
—'Twas Jealousy.

My faith had gone, my hope was well-nigh dead,
—My strength to seek;
Last came a memory. “Learn of Me,” it said,
—“For I am meek.”