October 20

Thou, then as now, no less wilt be my life,

And I shall know it better than before,

Praying and trusting, hoping, claiming more.

From effort vain, sick foil, and bootless strife,

I shall, with childness fresh, look up to thee;

Thou, seeing thy child with age encumbered sore,

Wilt round him bend thine arm more carefully.