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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 10, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 23.

CONTENT.

HAPPY the man that, when his day is done, Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret; The battle he has fought may not be won, The fame he sought be just as fleeting; yet, Folding at last his hand upon his breast, Happy is he if, hoary and forespent, He sinks into the last, eternal rest, Breathing these only words, “I am content.”

But happier he that, while his blood is warm, Sees hopes and friendships dead about him lie, Bares his brave breast to envy’s bitter storm, Nor shuns the poison barbs of calumny; And, mid it all, stands sturdy and elate, Girt only in the armor God hath meant For him who ‘neath the buffetings of fate Can say to God and man, “I am content.” —Selected.