«Brown Studies» — Poems by G. P. Brown, Punta Arenas, Chile, 1940


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Could I forget? The Cross What Profit a Man? May 1940 June 1940 Hyde Park Orators Are You Doing Your Bit? Home The Haven of Love Afterglow The Six Dolls Forget-me-not My Little Ship Mother's Day The Easy Way Mother Flea The Stockings' Lament The Gamble Who Was It? A Mother's Right Teach me to be Humble


Duncan Campbell


T E A C H   M E   T O   B E   H U M B L E

Guide thou my erring footsteps Lord and
            ever point the way,
Teach me to live and do what you would do;
E’en though it be a Crown or Cross I carry
            every day,
Let me be humble, when I'm serving you.

Take from me all that I hold dear and treasure
            on this earth,
If thus it brings me nearer unto thee;
Remove the sin of selfish pride, teach me to
            know it's worth,
And let my inner self your servant be.

Remain with me when evening falls and dark-
            ness is at hand,
As slowly down the Vale I make my way;
Give me the strength to journey on and better
Teach me to love, teach me to humbly pray.