It seems our life is made up of regrets For things we've done and those we've left undone; We stumble on until our pride begets A hope that victory might yet be won! And often in the morn we fain would bring Some joy to saddened hearts that know but pain; Then when the night has come there is the sting That always follows when we fail again. But still we strive and suffer all in vain; Our heartaches and our cares we bear alone, Until forgotten Faith shines through the rain: "God's in His heaven," and He cares for His own! If we would walk with Him along the way, The darkest night would seem as fairest day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON |