Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,
Let no soul ask to be free from pain,
For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,
And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain.
Through want of a thing does its worth redouble,
Through hunger's pangs does the feast content,
And only the heart that has harbored trouble,
Can fully rejoice when joy is sent.
Let no man shrink from the bitter tonics
Of grief, and yearning, and need, and strife,
For the rarest chords in the soul's harmonies,
Are found in the minor strains of life.
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Thank you for sharing this... much better than my attempt at the same subject (Appreciation). A very good lesson to be learned in reading this.
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Oh, Ella Wheeler Wilcox is one of my favorite poets. She was truly blessed with an amazing talent, one that I can only dream about. As a matter of fact, I have one of her poems on my author's page, "AD FINEM". This poem is filled with so much hope and inspiration. This is the first time that I have read this piece by her. Thank you for sharing this with us. Beautiful work.
becca
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Definitely has the feel of an older poem, and not only the tone but the language. Hey, this really good. And yeah, I guess we have to suffer a little to understand happiness--but hey, I've suffered enough--how about some sunshine here!
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Very well done! Nice rhyme scheme, and very nice meaning that is constant throughout the whole piece. This work is great. Keep up the awesome work
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