Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task <br />Thus set before thee. If it proves at length, <br />As well it may, beyond thy natural strength, <br />Faint not, despair not. As a child may ask <br />A father, pray the Everlasting Good <br />For light and guidance midst the subtle snares <br />Of sin thick planted in life's thoroughfares, <br />For spiritual strength and moral hardihood; <br />Still listening, through the noise of time and sense, <br />To the still whisper of the Inward Word; <br />Bitter in blame, sweet in approval heard, <br />Itself its own confirming evidence <br />To health of soul a voice to cheer and please, <br />To guilt the wrath of the Eumenides.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/help-104/
