O well for him who lives at ease <br />With garnered gold in wide domain, <br />Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, <br />The crashing down of forest trees. - <br />O well for him who ne'er hath known <br />The travail of the hungry years, <br />A father grey with grief and tears, <br />A mother weeping all alone. - <br />But well for him whose feet hath trod <br />The weary road of toil and strife, <br />Yet from the sorrows of his life <br />Builds ladders to be nearer God.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lament-8/
