Lest I should fall!
Tomorrow? Ah, tomorrow's far away,
Today is all.
If I but keep my feet till evening time,
Night will bring me rest.
Then stronger grown, tomorrow I shall
With newer zest.
Oh, may I stoop to no unworthiness
In pain or sorrow,
Nor bear from yesterday one bitterness
On to tomorrow!
Then, Father, help these searching eyes
The path to see,
Be patient with my feebleness - the way
Is steep to Thee!
~ Prayers of an Irish Mother, Imprimatur 1934 ~