Life by
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
ALL in the dark we grope
along,
And if we go amiss
We learn at least which
path is wrong,
And there is gain in
this.
We do not always win the
race,
By only running right,
We have to tread the
mountain's base
Before we reach its
height.
The Christs alone no
errors made;
So often had they trod
The paths that lead
through light and shade,
They had become as God.
As Krishna, Buddha,
Christ again,
They passed along the
way,
And left those mighty
truths which men
But dimly grasp to-day.
But he who loves himself
the last
And knows the use of
pain,
Though strewn with
errors all his past,
He surely shall attain.
Some souls there are
that needs must taste
Of wrong, ere choosing
right;
We should not call those
years a waste
Which led us to the
light.
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