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How, by a loving Father's will, Faithful and true, he leads me still. And so my heart is resting. --From the German. SWEET CONTENT O Thou, by long experience tried, Near whom no grief can long abide; My Lord, how full of sweet content I pass my years of banishment! All scenes alike engaging prove To souls impressed with sacred love! Where'er they dwell they dwell in Thee In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place nor time, My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with a God to guide our way 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. Could I be cast where Thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. --Madame Guyon. CONTENT AND RICH My conscience is my crown, Contented thoughts my rest; My heart is happy in itself, My bliss is in my breast. Enough I reckon wealth; A mean, the surest lot; That lies too high for base contempt, Too low for envy's shot. My wishes are but few, All easy to fulfill; I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will. I feel no care of coin; Well doing is my wealth; My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health. I clip high-climbing thoughts, The wings of swelling pride; Their fall is worst that from the height Of greatest honor slide. Since sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear, I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear. I wrestle not with rage While fury's flame doth burn; It is in vain to stop the stream Until the tide doth turn. But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end, I turn a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend. And, taught with often proof, A tempered calm I find To be most solace to itself, Best cure for angry mind. No change of fortune's calms Can cast my comforts down; When Fortune smiles I smile to think How quickly she will frown. And when in froward mood She proves an angry foe, Small gain I found to let her come, Less loss to let her go.
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