Contentment and Resignation. |
625. C. P. M. Cotton. Contentment and Resignation. 1 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts the jewel lies; Nor need we roam abroad: The world has little to bestow; From pious hearts our joys must flow, Hearts that delight in God. 2 To be resigned, when ills betide, Patient, when favors are denied, And pleased with favors given; This is the wise, the virtuous part; This is that incense of the heart, Whose fragrance reaches heaven. 3 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, Its checkered paths of joy and woe, With holy care we'll tread: Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear, And mingle with the dead.
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