I Am Serenity. Though Passions Beat Like Mighty Billows On My Helpless Heart, I Know Beyond Them Lies The Perfect Sweet Serenity, Which Patience Can Impart. And When Wild Tempests In My Bosom Rage, "Peace, Peace," I Cry, "It Is My Heritage." I Am Good Health. Though Fevers Rack My Brain And Rude Disorders Mutilate My Strength, A Perfect Restoration After Pain, I Know Shall Be My Recompense At Length. And So Through Grievous Day And Sleepless Night, "Health, Health," I Cry, "It Is My Own By Right." I Am Success. Though Hungry, Cold, Ill-Clad, I Wander For Awhile, I Smile And Say, "It Is But For A Time - I Shall Be Glad To-Morrow, For Good Fortune Comes My Way. God Is My Father, He Has Wealth Untold, His Wealth Is Mine, Health, Happiness, And Gold."