Up from the evil day <br />Of wattle and of woad, <br />Along man's weary way <br />Dark Pain has been the goad. <br />Back from the age of stone, <br />Within his brutish brain, <br />What pleasure he has known <br /> Is ease from Pain. <br /> <br />Behold in Pain the force <br />That haled Man from the Pit, <br />And set him such a course <br />No mind can measure it. <br />To angel from the ape <br />No human pang was vain <br />In that divine escape <br /> To joy through Pain. <br /> <br />See Pain with stoic eyes <br />And patient fortitude, <br />A blessing in disguise, <br />An instrument of good. <br />Aye, though with hearts forlorn <br />We to despair be fain, <br />Believe that Joy is born <br /> From Womb of Pain.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-womb/
