...<br>The day is drawing to its close;<br>And what good deeds, since first it rose,<br>Have I presented, Lord, to thee,<br>As offsprings of my ministry?<br>What wrong repressed, what right maintained,<br>What struggle passed, what victory gained,<br>What good attempted and attained?<br>Feeble, at best, is my endeavor!<br>I see, but cannot reach, the height<br>That lies forever in the light;<br>And yet forever and forever,<br>When seeming just within my grasp,<br>I feel my feeble hands unclasp,<br>And sink discouraged into night!<br>For thine own purpose, thou hast sent<br>The strife and the discouragement!<br>...