Thee have I sought, divine Humility

Thee have I sought, divine Humility,
Within, without!
And Science did I take as guide to thee;
She showed me Doubt.

Then did I turn to Art: "Be thou my friend.
My pride destroy."
She sang of Glory that should never end
And taught me Joy.

"Nature, be thou my monitress!" I cried
In accents clear.
She shook the very base of human pride,
And whispered, "Fear."

Lastly of Love did I beseech this grace,
To come to thee;
Love turned on me a dark and dreadful face,
'Twas Jealousy.

My faith had gone, my hope was well-nigh dead,
My strength to seek;
Last came a memory. "Learn of Me," it said,
"For I am meek."