If I could sing a little song to cheer a fainting heart
And I should sit and seal my lips apart—
“How could I kneel at eventide to pray
For light along my own heart-weary way?
How could I hope to have my time of grief relieved
If I kept silent when my sister grieved?
How could I ask for what I wanted most
If all these opportunities were lost?
“So, Lord, help me to know
That day is lost wherein I fail to lend