Whoever you are as you read this,
    Whatever your trouble or grief,
I want you to know and to heed this:
    The day draweth near with relief.

No sorrow, no woe is unending,
    Though heaven seems voiceless and dumb;
So sure as your cry is ascending,
    So surely an answer will come.

Whatever temptation is near you,
    Whose eyes on this simple verse fall;
Remember good angels will hear you
    And help you to stand, if you call.

Though stunned with despair, I beseech you,
    Whatever your losses, your need,
Believe, when these printed words reach you,
    Believe you were born to succeed.

You are stronger, I tell you, this minute,
    Than any unfortunate fate!
And the coveted prize---you can win it;
    While life lasts 'tis never too late!

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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