Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Assertion
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.”
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