“Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair overcoming, and not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.
May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river when I light glowed within me, and I promised my God to have courage I’m in the tempests of the changing years.￼
Spare me from bitterness in the sharp passions of unguarded moments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. The world knows me not, made my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep me friendly with myself.
Lift my eyes from the earth and let me not forget the uses of the stars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself. Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in the path.
Give me a few friends who love me for what I am; and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for times olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evenings twilight find me gentle still.” ￼ Max Ehrmann