This poem was written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who lived from 1855 to 1919.
All those who journey soon or late
Must pass within the garden’s gate;
Must kneel alone in darkness there,
And battle with some fierce despair.
God pity those who cannot say:
“Not mine but thine” who only pray:
“Let this cup pass,” and cannot see
The purpose in Gethsemane.