When we are tired with the work we have to do or feel unequal to it;
When we dully wonder about it being worthwhile;
When our pleasures, so easily taken, communicate no happiness to the heart;
When we are fretting about our own faults or the faults of other people;
When one day repeats another and we pine for some change we know not what:
Then may the voices of our own heart’s courage and of agelong wisdom call us to their hospitality
Vivian T. Pomeroy (Unitarian, Congregationalist, minister, children’s book author)