God is enough! thou, who in hope and fear
Toilest through desert sands of life, sore tried,
Climb, trustful, over death's black ridge, for near
The bright wells shine; thou wilt be satisfied.
God doth suffice! O thou, the patient one,
Who puttest faith in him, and none beside,
Bear yet thy load; under the setting sun
The glad tents gleam; thou wilt be satisfied
By God's gold Afternoon! peace ye shall have;
Man is in loss except he live aright,
And help his fellow to be firm and brave,
Faithful and patient; then the restful night.
--Edwin Arnold, from the Arabian.