UNTO THE END

I know not where to-morrow's paths may wend,
    Nor what the future holds; but this I know,
    Whichever way my feet are forced to go,
I shall be given courage to the end.

Though God that awful gift of His may send
    We call long life, where headstones in a row
    Hide all of happiness, yet be it so:
I shall be given courage to the end.

If dark the deepening shadows be, that blend
    With life's pale sunlight when the sun dips low,
    Though joy speeds by and sorrow's steps are slow,
I shall be given courage to the end.

I do not question what the years portend--
    Or good or ill, whatever wind may blow;
    It is enough, enough for me to know
I shall be given courage to the end.

Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.


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