You don't begrudge the labor when the roses start to bloom; <br />You don't recall the dreary days that won you their perfume; <br />You don't recall a single care <br />You spent upon the garden there; <br />And all the toil <br />Of tilling soil <br />Is quite forgot the day the first <br />Pink rosebuds into beauty burst. <br /> <br />You don't begrudge the trials grim when joy has come to you; <br />You don't recall the dreary days when all your skies are blue; <br />And though you've trod a weary mile <br />The ache of it was all worth while; <br />And all the stings <br />And bitter flings <br />Are wiped away upon the day <br />Success comes dancing down the way.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-of-joy/
