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."

Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.

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