O though who in the ways
Of this rough world art faint and weary grown,
Thy drooping head upraise,
And let thy heart be strong for better days,
Still trust that future time will unto thee make known.
In darkness, danger, pain;
In poverty, misfortune, sorrow, all
The woes which we sustain,
Still be thou strong, from idle tears refrain,
And yet upon thy brow, in time, success shall fall.
Banish that viewless fiend,
Whose harried presence men have named despair,
Let all thy efforts tend
Through life unto some great, some noble end,
And life itself will soon a nobler aspect wear.
As the soft breath of spring
Robes in bright hues the dark old earth again,
So would such purpose bring
Thee back to buoyancy of youth, and fling
Joy on thy aching heart unfelt through years of pain.
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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.