Life's
Harmonies by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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