Classic Poem

Now after five and eighty years
With all their vanished hours
I still have learned some more for my true comfort.
The bird has found its nest,
The nest, indeed, is small
The watchword is, be nothing!
And one can wish and try for nothing
Except what God is willing to bestow
How beautifully I rest here,
When I with all my heart acknowledge
Honoring God, that I am nothing.