by Max Ehrmann Lord, let me do my work each day, and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me,
May I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.
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 glowed within me,
And I promised my early God to have courage amid the tempests of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness, and from sharp passions of unguarded moments.
May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit though the world know me not, may my 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…
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