Lyrics of Life (1909)/Privilege

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Blest is the right to share
 The grief of hearts forlorn,—
With other men to bear
 What must by men be borne;
  For night bestows dawn's orient rose
 And glories of the morn;

And as its shadow-wing
 Lends to the sunlight worth,
So out of suffering
 Arise the joys of earth—
  The good and ill, united still
 And offspring of one birth.

Great is the gift of life
 To him who lives indeed,
A partner in the strife,
 The toil, the pain, that speed—
  Like hidden rills veined through the hills—
 Life's ocean-deeps to feed!