Classic Poem

Rejoice my Soul, thy Trials are so great;
And praise the high Dispenser of thy Fate.
So God! refines the Vessels he approves,
And thus chastises Children that he loves.
Tho' great thy Task, think it's the Will Divine;
And thankfully thy Will, to His resign.
Bless! bless the Hand, that this Correction gives,
And think him poor, that uncorrected lives;
The Eye of Heav'n! is watchful on thy side,
And Patience never can be known, till try'd.
Bear nobly up against thy Weight of Woe,
And thou wilt dearer to thy Maker grow.