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Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
— Resignation
Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
Bends to the grave with unperceived decay,His heaven commences ere the world be past.
That's bestWhich God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
The pious farmer, who ne'er misses pray'rs,If a star fell to set their thatch on flame.
Thus ready for the way of life or death,I wait the sharpest blow.
To be resign'd when ills betide, Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Dare to look up to God and say, Deal with me in the future as Thou wilt; I am of the same mind as Thou art; I am Thine; I refuse nothing that pleases Thee; lead me where Thou wilt; clothe me in any dress Thou choosest.
To will what God doth will, that is the only science That gives us any rest.
It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.
