PHILLIPS BROOKS
“Measure thy life by loss instead of gain.
Not by the wine drunk, but by the wine poured forth;
For love’s strength stands in loves sacrifice,
And whoso suffers most has most to give.
. . . . . . . . . . .
How poor were earth if all its martydoms,
If all its struggling sighs of sacrifice
Were swept away, and all were satiate-smooth;
. . . . . . . . . . .
What we win and hold is through some strife.”
Not by the wine drunk, but by the wine poured forth;
For love’s strength stands in loves sacrifice,
And whoso suffers most has most to give.
. . . . . . . . . . .
How poor were earth if all its martydoms,
If all its struggling sighs of sacrifice
Were swept away, and all were satiate-smooth;
. . . . . . . . . . .
What we win and hold is through some strife.”
E. H. KING
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