LXII + 

Humiliation + 

I have been honour’d and obey’d, + 

I have met scorn and slight; + 

And my heart loves earth’s sober shade, + 

More than her laughing light. + 

For what is rule but a sad weight + 

Of duty and a snare? + 

What meanness, but with happier fate + 

The Saviour’s Cross to share? + 

This my hid choice, if not from heaven, + 

Moves on the heavenward line; + 

Cleanse it, good Lord, from earthly leaven, + 

And make it simply Thine. + 