The Child And The Sage
You say, O Sage, when weather-checked, "I have been favoured so With cloudless skies, I must expect This dash of rain or snow." "Since health has been my lot," you say, "So many months of late, I must not chafe that one short day Of sickness mars my state." You say, "Such bliss has been my share From Love's unbroken smile, It is but reason I should bear A cross therein awhile." And thus you do not count upon Continuance of joy; But, when at ease, expect anon A burden of annoy. But, Sage this Earth why not a place Where no reprisals reign, Where never a spell of pleasantness Makes reasonable a pain? December 21, 1908.
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