The 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 WilcoxHide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxI was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox