The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. - John Greenleaf Whittier

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore;
The glory from his gray hairs gone
For evermore!

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow — You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out — The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit — It's when things seem worst that you must not quit