Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Listen!

Whoever you are as you read this, 
Whatever your trouble or grief, 
I want you to know and to heed this: 
The day draweth near with relief.

No sorrow, no woe is unending, 
Though heaven seems voiceless and dumb; 
So sure as your cry is ascending, 
So surely an answer will come.

Whatever temptation is near you, 
Whose eyes on this simple verse fall; 
Remember good angels will hear you
And help you to stand, if you call.

Though stunned with despair I beseech you, 
Whatever your losses, your need, 
Believe, when these printed words reach you, 
Believe you were born to succeed.

You are stronger, I tell you, this minute, 
Than any unfortunate fate! 
And the coveted prize - you can win it; 
While life lasts ’tis never too late!

1. Behold the Earth
2. The Birth of the Orchid
3. Intermediary
4. Assistance
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

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