Don’t begrudge by Edgar Guest

Don’t begrudge by Edgar Guest

You don't begrudge the labor when the roses start to bloom;

You don't recall the dreary days that won you their perfume;

You don't recall a single care

You spent upon the garden there;

And all the toil

Of tilling soil

Is quite forgot the day the first

Pink rosebuds into beauty burst.

You don't begrudge the trials grim when joy has come to you;

You don't recall the dreary days when all your skies are blue;

And though you've trod a weary mile

The ache of it was all worth while;

And all the stings

And bitter flings

Are wiped away upon the day

Success comes dancing down the way.