GAIN THROUGH LOSS
Ella Wheeler Wilcox writes:
I will not doubt, tho sorrows fall like rain,
And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
I shall believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And tho I groan and tremble with my crosses,
I yet shall see, through my severest losses,
The greater gain. (Text)
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