Classic Poem

It is the way we go, the way of life;
A drop of pleasure in a sea of pain,
A grain of peace amid a load of strife,
With toil and grief, and grief and toil again:
Yea; — but for this; the firm and faithful breast,
Bolder than lions, confident and strong,
That never doubts its birthright to be blest,
And dreads no evil while it does no wrong;
This, this is wisdom, manful and serene,
Towards God all penitence, and prayer, and trus,
But to the troubles of this shifting scene
Simply courageous and sublimely just:
Be then such wisdom thine, my heart within;
There is no foe, nor wo, nor grief, but — sin.