I would like to share to you this nice poem I’ve read from “Treasury of Courage and Confidence” by Norman Vincent Peale.
If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shown no shining morning face;
If beams from human eyes
Have moved me not; If morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain; –
Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake.
– Robert Louis Stevenson