At once the wisdom of the world was dumb,
And fortune blasted on her throne of bliss.
The ways of pleasantness, the paths of peace,
Are dim and narrow, tracks of noiseless gloom
Which glory flies, and grandeur seldom walks:
The poor in spirit, and the meek in heart,
Who thirst and hunger for Thy righteous word.—
Oh! these are blest, for Thine unerring voice
Hath call’d them so.
R. Montgomery.