Let Me Lean Hard by Ella Wheeler Wilcox — Read

Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast: / In all earth's devious ways I sought for rest / And found it not. I will be strong, said I, / And lean upon myself. I will not cry / And importune all heaven with my complaint. / But now my strength fails, and I fall, I faint: / Let me lean hard.

Let me lean hard upon the unfailing Arm. / I said I will walk on, I fear no harm, / The spark divine within my soul will show / The upward pathway where my feet should go. / But now the heights to which I most aspire / Are lost in clouds. I stumble and I tire: / Let me lean hard.

Let me lean harder yet. That swerveless force / Which speeds the solar systems on their course / Can take, unfelt, the burden of my woe, / Which bears me to the dust and hurts me so. / I thought my strength enough for any fate, / But lo! I sink beneath my sorrow's weight: / Let me lean hard.