Classic Poem

Sometimes (dear Friend) this riseth in my Heart,
Come, let's with Mary , choose the better part ;
Of which the Meek shall not deprived be:
Her Seat was low, in deep Humility,
At holy Jesus Feet; where her desire
Was still to hear that Voice, which did inspire
Her Heart with fervent Love. She did not seek
Usurped Power, but learned to be Meek;
For certainly, the Humble-Hearted shall
Exalted be; but Pride portends a fall.
Whoever would be Great, must first be Low
And Little, and a true Subjection know
To that which teacheth Lowliness of Mind;
And to the Truth their All must be resign'd,
Before they can obtain that true Content,
And solid Joy, that's firm and permanent:
Such then may say, No Solace, Joy, nor Love,
Like unto this, which freely from above
Distills and streams into the Heart that's pure;
Here's Treasure, Pleasure, Peace , that will endure:
To this we ought to make our Calling sure.