The Price Of Joy

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Title:     The Price Of Joy
Author: Edgar A. Guest [More Titles by Guest]

  You don't begrudge the labor when the roses
    start to bloom;
  You don't recall the dreary days that won you
    their perfume;
  You don't recall a single care
  You spent upon the garden there;
  And all the toil
  Of tilling soil
  Is quite forgot the day the first
  Pink rosebuds into beauty burst.
  You don't begrudge the trials grim when joy
    has come to you;
  You don't recall the dreary days when all your
    skies are blue;
  And though you've trod a weary mile
  The ache of it was all worth while;
  And all the stings
  And bitter flings
  Are wiped away upon the day
  Success comes dancing down the way. 

[The end]
Edgar A. Guest's poem: Price Of Joy

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