Of all the blessings which my life has known
I value most, and most praise God for three:
Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true,
Who, masqueraded in the garb of foes
For many a year and fill my heart with dread.
Yet fickle joys, like false, pretentious friends,
Have proved less worthy than this trio. First,
Want taught me labor; led me up the steep
And toilsome path to hills of pure delight,
Trod only by the feet that know fatigue,
And yet press on until the heights appear.
Then Loneliness and hunger of the heart
Sent me upreaching to the realms of space,
Till all the silences grew eloquent,
And all their loving forces hailed me friend.
Last, Pain taught prayer! placed in my hand the staff
Of close communion with the over-soul,
That I might lean upon it to the end,
And find myself made strong for any strife.
And then these three who had pursued my steps
Like stern, relentless foes, year after year,
Unmasked, and turned their faces full on me,
An lo! they were divinely beautiful,
For through them shone the lustrous eyes of Love.
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
The Evening Bulletin [Philadelphia] 24 Apr. 1901: 7.
Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.
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