LOWLINESS

KATHERINE T. PORTER

The happy primrose breathed a thought of gratitude to God—Her prayer of grace, in sweet perfume, arose above the sod:In looking up to Him, she said, Because I lie so low,My sight includes all other flowers which high above me grow—How beautiful, that I can always see my dear friends so!The Master bade his followers take the lowest seat;He surely knew the rest, the calm—that consciousness so sweetWhich is itself the summons, Friend, up higher come! No prideDisturbs the thought that quiet serves, and seeks for naught beside;The bread, the wine, in tender love are up the table pressed;The loving heart, upturned to God, welcomes His every guest.

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