One thing I ask:—It is an earnest heart,
That I may rise and nobly act my part
All through my life.
And if there be but little sun to shine,
Still give me light enough, that it be mine
To conquer strife.
A heart of tender love, selfless and true,
To countenance and guide each thing I do
And all I say.
That if the way prove rough, the hillside steep,
Still in my breast a patient hope to keep
From day to day.
Every day that dawns brings something to do, which can never be done as well again.
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James Allen was a little-known philosophical writer and poet. He is best recognized for his book, As a Man Thinketh. Allen wrote about complex subjects such as faith, destiny, love, patience, and religion but had the unique ability of explaining these subjects clearly and in a way that is easy to understand. He often wrote about cause and effect, sowing and reaping, as well as overcoming sadness, sorrow, and grief. For more information on the life of James Allen, click here.