Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxLet 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.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxTalk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxI think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxThe sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhy dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox