Whoever you are as you read this, <br /> Whatever your trouble or grief, <br />I want you to know and to heed this: <br /> The day draweth near with relief. <br /> <br />No sorrow, no woe is unending, <br /> Though heaven seems voiceless and dumb; <br />So sure as your cry is ascending, <br /> So surely an answer will come. <br /> <br />Whatever temptation is near you, <br /> Whose eyes on this simple verse fall; <br />Remember good angels will hear you <br /> And help you to stand, if you call. <br /> <br />Though stunned with despair I beseech you, <br /> Whatever your losses, your need, <br />Believe, when these printed words reach you, <br /> Believe you were born to succeed. <br /> <br />You are stronger, I tell you, this minute, <br /> Than any unfortunate fate! <br />And the coveted prize - you can win it; <br /> While life lasts 'tis never too late!<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listen-4/
