He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low no pride.
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
I am content with what I have,
Little be it, or much.
And, Lord! Contentment still I crave,
Because Thou savest such.
Fulness to them a burden is,
That go on pilgrimage.
Here little, and hereafter bliss,
Is best from age to age!
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This poem is not by Louisa May Alcott but appears 200 years earlier in John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress on the lips of the shepherd boy.