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!

Poems of reflection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Chicago, M.A. Donohue & company [c1905].

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