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 WilcoxAll 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.
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 Wilcox