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| For the courage which comes when we call, While troubles like hailstones fall; For the help that is somehow nigh, In the deepest night when we cry; For the path that is certainly shown When we pray in the dark alone, Let us give thanks. For the knowledge we gain if we wait And bear all the buffets of fate; For the vision that beautifies sight If we look under wrong for the right; For the gleam of the ultimate goal That shines on each searching soul; Let us give thanks. For the consciousness stirring in creeds That love is the thing the world needs; For the cry of the travailing earth That is giving a new attitude birth; For the truth we are learning to find In the heart and the soul and the mind, Let us give thanks. -- Ella Wilcox Wheeler |
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| Not they most prize life's blessings and delights, Who walk in safe and sunny paths always. But those who, groping in the darkness, borrow Pale rays from hope, to lead them through the night, And in the long, long watches wait for day. He knows not joy who has not first known sorrow. -- Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
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