RESIGNATION

WARWICK JAMES PRICE

One doth misuse the word who fails to try
To rise,—stretched prone upon the muddy ground,
Tripped by the load which mortal sense has bound
Upon his back,—"I am resigned!" his cry.

Another, in the selfsame wretched plight,
Fights to his feet, knowing that Truth must win
The stubborn battle with disease and sin.
Resigned to God, he faces toward the light.