Rabbi Ben Ezra - And Other Poems #222244

Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go I Be our joys three-parts pain Strive, and hold cheap the strain Learn, nor account the pang dare, never grudge the throe Page 5 Fromm! For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me A brute I might have been, but would not sink 1 the scale.