IF LIFE were rosy and skies were blue <br />And never a cloud appeared, <br />If every heart that you loved proved true, <br />And never a friendship seared; <br />If there were no troubles to fret your soul, <br />You never would struggle to gain your goal. <br /> <br />It 'a trouble that makes you and proves your worth, <br />It's trouble that spurs you to better things. <br />It isn't the man with the joys of earth <br />Who courage and strength to his duty brings; <br />But the man who bends 'neath a burden great <br />Is the man who wins in the fight with fate. <br /> <br />It's something to work for, a debt to pay, <br />A place to gain that a young man needs; <br />The difficulties that line the way <br />Are really the mothers of splendid deeds. <br />The man with something he hopes to do <br />Is the man who toils with a purpose true.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-benefit-of-trouble/
