The uses of sorrow I comprehend <br />Better and better at each year’s end. <br /> <br />Deeper and deeper I seem to see <br />Why and wherefore it has to be <br /> <br />Only after the dark, wet days <br />Do we fully rejoice in the sun’s bright rays. <br /> <br />Sweeter the crust tastes after the fast <br />Than the sated gourmand’s finest repast. <br /> <br />The faintest cheer sounds never amiss <br />To the actor who once has heard a hiss. <br /> <br />To one who the sadness of freedom knows, <br />Light seem the fetters love may impose. <br /> <br />And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, <br />Hears all the music in friendship’s tone. <br /> <br />So better and better I comprehend, <br />How sorrow ever would be our friend.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-s-uses/
