I value more than I despise
    My tendency to sin,
Because it helps me sympathise
    With all my tempted kin.

He who has nothing in his soul
    That links him to the sod,
Knows not that joy of self-control
    Which lifts him up to God.

And I am glad my heart can say,
    When others trip and fall
(Although I safely passed that way),
    'I understand it all.'

Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1911.

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