The little sharp vexations
And the briars that cut the feet,
Why not take all to the Helper
Who has never failed us yet?
Tell him about the heartache,
And tell him the longings too,
Tell him the baffled purpose
When we scarce know what to do.
Then, leaving all our weakness
With the One divinely strong,
Forget that we bore the burden
And carry away the song.
--Phillips Brooks.
My proud foe at my hands to take no boon will choose.
Thy prayers are that one gift which he cannot refuse.
--Richard Chenevix Trench.