THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see, What honor hath Humility. When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet. Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is Humility. The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown, In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bears him down The most when most his soul ascends. Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of Humility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR |