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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. "