Not first the beautiful, and then the good;
First the rough seed, sown in the rougher soil,
Then the flower-blossom, and the branching wood.
Not first the glad, and then the sorrowful;
But first the sorrowful, and then the glad;
Tears for a day—for earth of tears is full—
Then we forget that we were ever sad.
’Tis first the fight, and then the victory;
Not first the victory, and then the fight;
The long dark night, and then the dawning day,