Whatever your troubles be

No sorrow, no woe is unending, though heaven seems voiceless and dumb
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.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox