CONTENT to come, content to go, Content to wrestle or to race, Content to know or not to know, Each in his place; Lord, grant us grace to love Thee so That glad of heart and glad of face At last we may sit, high or low, Each in his place; Where pleasures flow as rivers flow, And loss has left no barren trace, And all that are are perfect so, Each in his place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 by ALFRED TENNYSON PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |