When first I looked upon the face of Pain,
      I shrunk repelled, as one shrinks from a foe
      Who stands with dagger poised, as for a blow.
   I was in search of Pleasure and of Gain;

   I turned aside to let him pass: in vain;
      He looked straight in my eyes and would not go.
      "Shake hands," he said, "our paths are one, and so
   We must be comrades on the way, 'tis plain."

   I felt the firm clasp of his hand on mine;
      Through all my veins it sent a strengthening glow.
      I straightway linked my arm in his, and lo!
   He led me forth to joys almost divine;
      With God's great truths enriched me in the end,
      And now I hold him as my dearest friend.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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