Poems (Coolidge)/Self-Surrender
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SELF-SURRENDER
It is so hard, at once, to yield,
And with a smiling grace;
For self to choose the lower room
In lieu of higher place.
And with a smiling grace;
For self to choose the lower room
In lieu of higher place.
It is so hard to yield the will;
The gracious word to say;
When, often, a clear judgment tells
Ours is the better way.
The gracious word to say;
When, often, a clear judgment tells
Ours is the better way.
It is so hard not to explain
The word misunderstood;
To claim the praise, the blame to lose,—
Who would not if he could?
The word misunderstood;
To claim the praise, the blame to lose,—
Who would not if he could?
'Tis hard, yet the disciple will
Surrender self each day,
If only he will pause to ask,
"What was the Master's way?"
Surrender self each day,
If only he will pause to ask,
"What was the Master's way?"