God grant to me the strength of heart, of motive and of will,
To do my part and falter not, This purpose to fulfill.
To be a little kindlier with the passing of each day;
To leave but happy memories as I go along my way;
To use possessions that are mine in service full and free;
To sacrifice the trivial things for larger good to be;
To give of love in lavish way that friendships true may live;
To be less quick to criticize more ready to forgive;
To use such talents as I have that happiness may grow;
To be quite free from self interest, what’ere the task I do;
To take the bitter with the sweet, assured ‘tis better so;
To help the world’s faith in God and right, no matter how things run;
To work and plan and trust and pray, until the Journey’s done.
To count my garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall;
Count my days by golden hours, don’t remember clouds at all.
Count my nights by stars, not shadows, count my life by smiles not tears,
And with joy through all my lifetime, count my age by friends not years.
May D. Caswell Dec. 3, 1941
