Oh ye, all ye, who suffer here below, <br />Schooled in the baffling mystery of pain, <br />Who on life's anvil bear the fateful strain, <br />Wrong as forged iron, hammered blow on blow. <br />Take counsel with your grief, in that you know, <br />That he who suffers suffers not in vain, <br />Nay, that it shall be for the whole world's gain, <br />And wisdom prove the priceless price of woe. <br /> <br />Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet <br />Have trod a path, bold voyagers astray, <br />May fall foredone by torturing thirst and heat: <br />But from the impotent body of defeat-- <br />The winners spring who carve a conquering way-- <br />Measured by milestones of their perished clay.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suffering/
