Take Heart

When our souls are filled with fear,
When the path is dull and drear,
When the wind is chill and strong,
When the way is rough and long,
Take heart!

When vague terror fills our breast,
When forebodings break our rest,
When we search for any light
In the black encircling night,
Take heart!

When with feeble hands we grope
For some faint elusive hope,
When we wander hand in hand,
Through the gloomy twilight land,
Take heart!

Courage, comrade!  Courage still!
We will breast the weary hill!
Hand in hand we scale the height,
Till we reach the golden light.
Take heart!


Sir Arthur Conan Doyle