ASSERTION

I am serenity. Though passions beat

Like mighty billows on my helpless heart,

I know beyond them lies the perfect sweet

Serenity, 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 brain

And 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 glad

To-morrow, for good fortune comes my way.

God is my father, He has wealth untold,

His wealth is mine, health, happiness, and gold.”