Poem by Louisa May Alcott

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He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low no pride.
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.

I am content with what I have,
Little be it, or much.
And, Lord! Contentment still I crave,
Because Thou savest such.

Fulness to them a burden is,
That go on pilgrimage.
Here little, and hereafter bliss,
Is best from age to age!

1. Don't Drive Me Away
2. My Kingdom
3. The Mother Moon
4. Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More
5. Beds to the Front of Them

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