Strength has no measure without a burden to hold,
The will has no object; a sheep lost from its fold.
The mind has no measure without a problem to solve,
The wits wander witless; each puzzle dark, unresolved.
I had no measure 'till heaven gave me to hold,
Children like stars in a black sky to behold.
Now like the winds all my strength, and mind and resolve,
I gather to hold to my purpose as the bright heavens revolve.