ASSERTIONI am serenity. Though passions beatLike mighty billows on my helpless heart,I know beyond them lies the perfect sweetSerenity, which patience can impart.And when wild tempests in my bosom rage,“Peace, peace,” I cry, “it is my heritage.”I am good health. Though fevers rack my brainAnd rude disorders mutilate my strength,A perfect restoration after pain,I know shall be my recompense at length.And so through grievous day and sleepless night,“Health, health,” I cry, “it is my own by right.”I am success. Though hungry, cold, ill-clad,I wander for awhile, I smile and say,“It is but for a time—I shall be gladTo-morrow, for good fortune comes my way.God is my father, He has wealth untold,His wealth is mine, health, happiness, and gold.”
I am serenity. Though passions beatLike mighty billows on my helpless heart,I know beyond them lies the perfect sweetSerenity, which patience can impart.And when wild tempests in my bosom rage,“Peace, peace,” I cry, “it is my heritage.”
I am good health. Though fevers rack my brainAnd rude disorders mutilate my strength,A perfect restoration after pain,I know shall be my recompense at length.And so through grievous day and sleepless night,“Health, health,” I cry, “it is my own by right.”
I am success. Though hungry, cold, ill-clad,I wander for awhile, I smile and say,“It is but for a time—I shall be gladTo-morrow, for good fortune comes my way.God is my father, He has wealth untold,His wealth is mine, health, happiness, and gold.”