THE WISH

SHOULD some great angel say to me to-morrow.
Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,
But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,
Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy heart.

This were my wish--from my life's dim beginning
Let be what has been! wisdom planned the whole;
My want, my woe, my errors, and my sinning,
All, all were needed lessons for my soul.

                          ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

The Evening Bulletin [Philadelphia] 19 Dec. 1901: 7.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.


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