Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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.”

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Be Not Attached
4. Behold the Earth
5. The Black Charger

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