Nothing, tnerefore, ought to give so great joy to him that loves Thee, and knows Thy benefits, as the accomplishment of Thy will in himself, and the pleasure of Thy eternal approbation. With which he ought to be so far contented and comforted, as to be willing to be the least as another would wish to be the greatest; and to enjoy as much peace and content in the lowest place as in the highest; and to be as willing to be despicable and mean, and of no name and repute in the world, as to be preferred in honour, and greater than others.
-Bk. III; ch. xxii.
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A rose, that in the morning light unfurled
Its glistening petals to a wondering world,
Is fit, my little Lord and God, to grace
Thy feast. But when, full-blown, its lovely face
Is all disfigured and its petals fall,
Despised, 'tis trodden underfoot by all.
It gladly gave its loveliness, and went,
Its little end achieved, its life well spent.
Take Thou my life, my youth, as they unfold
All their bright promise like a tale untold;
Beneath Thy little feet, there let them lie,
Like petals of a rose that soon must die.
-Poems.
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Adapted from Just For Today(©1943 Burns & Oates)
Nihil Obstat: Reginaldus Phillips, S.T.L.,Censor deputatus
Imprimatur: Edwardus Myers, Vic. Cap.
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