No Sorrow, no Woe is Unending,
Though Heaven Seems Voiceless and Dumb
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Whoever you are as you read this,
Whatever your trouble or grief,
I want you to know and to heed this:
The day draweth near with relief.
No sorrow, no woe is unending,
Though heaven seems voiceless and dumb;
So sure as your cry is ascending,
So surely an answer will come.
Whatever temptation is near you,
Whose eyes on this simple verse fall;
Remember good angels will hear you 
And help you to stand, if you call.
Though stunned with despair, I beseech you,
Whatever your losses, your need,
Believe, when these printed words reach you,
Believe you were born to succeed.
You are stronger, I tell you, this minute,
Than any unfortunate fate!
And the coveted prize - you can win it;
While life lasts ’tis never too late!
 There are no “angels” or Santa Claus in Theosophy in a literal sense; but the good law and beneficent intelligences will listen to you “and help you to stand, if you call”. (CCA)
Reproduced from the book “Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox”, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Edinburgh, UK, W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, undated edition, probably 1917, see p. 233.
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The above poem was published in our associated websites on 15th of September, 2018.