Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Worth Living

I know not what the future may hold,
   Or how to others it seems,
But I know my skies have held more gold
   Than I used to find in my dreams.

Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled,
   In grateful truth I say,
That my best hopes have been fulfilled,
   And more than fulfilled to-day.

Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun
   To see it fall into the sand,
Yet just as often some work I have done
   Is better than I have planned.

I do not always grasp the pleasure
   For which I reach, maybe;
But quite as frequently over-measure
   Is given by joy to me.

To-morrow may bring a grief behind it
   That will thoroughly change my mood;
But we only can speak of a thing as we find it--
   And I have found life good.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. All the World
4. At Set of Sun
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

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