Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower--but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. --Alfred Tennyson. Praise not thy work, but let thy work praise thee; For deeds, not words, make each man's memory stable. If what thou dost is good, its good all men will see; Musk by its smell is known, not by its label. When thou art fain to trace a map of thine own heart, An undiscovered land set down the largest part. --Richard Chenevix Trench. Patient, resigned and humble wills Impregnably resist all ills. --Thomas Ken. He is one to whom Long patience hath such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing of which He hath no need. --William Wordsworth. Be not too ready to condemn The wrong thy brothers may have done: Ere ye too harshly censure them For human faults, ask, "Have I none?" --Eliza Cook. Search thine own heart. What paineth thee In others in thyself may be; All dust is frail, all flesh is weak; Be thou the true man thou dost seek. --John Greenleaf Whittier. Through wish, resolve, and act, our will Is moved by undreamed forces still; And no man measures in advance His strength with untried circumstance. --John Greenleaf Whittier. Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone. Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the deed that no man knoweth, Where no praiseful trumpet bloweth, Where he may not reap who soweth, There, Lord, let my heart serve thee. O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An' foolish notion. --Robert Burns. CONTENTMENT RESIGNATION, PATIENCE, COMPENSATION CONTENTMENT Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see; I ask Thee for a patient mind, Intent on pleasing thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And wipe the weeping eyes, And a heart, at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And _guided_ where I go. Wherever in this world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate, And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait.