“Let me do my work each day; and if the dark and hours of despair overcome me, may I 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 a light globe within me and I promised my God to have courage amid the tempest of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness in the shower passion of unguarded moment. May I not forget the poverty and riches are of the spirit. Those the world knows me not, ￼ may my thoughts and actions be such as shell keep me friendly with myself. “