From C. S. Lewis,  “Poems” (1964)

Among the oxen
(like an ox I’m slow)
I see a glory in the stable grow
Which, with the ox’s dullness
might at length
Give me an ox’s strength

Among the sheep
(I like a sheep have strayed)
I watch the manger
where my Lord is laid;
Oh that my baa-ing nature
would win thence
Some woolly innocence!

Among the asses
(stubborn I as they)
I see my Savior
where I looked for hay;
So may my beast like folly
learn at least
The patience of a beast