Strengthen'd, the tasks allotted to fulfill;—
Calm'd the thick-coming sorrows to endure;
Fearful of nought but of my own frail will,—
In His Almighty strength and aid secure.
For a sweet voice had whisper'd hope to me,—
Had through my darkness shed a kindly ray;—
It said: "The past is fix'd immutably,
Yet is there comfort in the coming day!"