Limits, and compensations intricate,
He dowered this earth, that man should never rest
Save as his Maker’s will be carried out.
There is no easy, unearned joy on earth
Save what God gives—the lustiness of youth,
And love’s dear pangs. All other joys we gain
By striving, and so qualified we are
That effort’s zest our need as much consoles
As effort’s gain. Both issues are our due.