Those We Love The Best
great truth in life I've found,
While journeying to the West--
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
man you thoroughly despise
Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true;
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere stranger
But those are only passing ills;
This rule all lives will prove;
The rankling wound which aches
Is dealt by hands we love.
choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
Are oft to strangers shown;
The careless mien, the frowning face,
Are given to our own.
flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting quest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those we love the
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with
broken masts and sails;
I shall believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good to me;
And, though I weep because
those sails are battered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes
"I trust in Thee."
will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the
still, white realm above;
I shall believe it is an all-wise Love
Which has refused those things for which I yearn;
at times, I cannot keep from grieving,
Yet the pure ardor of my
Undimmed shall burn.
will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
And troubles swarm
like bees about a hive;
I shall believe the heights for which I
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
though I groan and tremble with my crosses,
I yet shall see, through
my severest losses,
The greater gain.
will not doubt; well anchored in the faith,
Like some stanch ship,
my soul braves every gale,
So strong its courage that it will not
To breast the mighty, unknown sea of death,
may I cry when body parts with spirit,
"I do not doubt,"
so listening worlds may hear it
With my last breath.
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