"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak br When God speaks of resigning!" br br Children, that lay their pretty garlands by br So piteously, yet with a humble mind; br Sailors, who, when their ship rocks in the wind, br Cast out her freight with half-averted eye, br Riches for life exchanging solemnly, br Lest they should never gain the wished-for shore;-- br Thus we, O Father, standing Thee before, br Do lay down at Thy feet without a sigh br Each after each our precious things and rare, br Our dear heart-jewels and our garlands fair. br Perhaps Thou knewest that the flowers would die, br And the long-voyaged boards be found but dust: br So took'st them, while unchanged. To Thee we trust br For incorruptible treasure: Thou art just.