Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Our Petty Cares

Our petty cares wear on us so,--
More cruel than our great despairs,
More rasping than a mighty woe,
   Our petty cares.

Less need of strength hath he who bears
Courageously some stinging blow,
Of Fate which takes him unawares.

Not solitary griefs we know
Induce old age and whitening hairs;
But that malicious, endless row--
   Our petty cares.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Behold the Earth
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

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