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A Lament
(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

A Lament

Poem By Oscar Wilde

O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees. -
O well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone. -
But well for him whose feet hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God.

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A brilliant composition about the travails of life.
Wonderful piece of poetry. I first read it in my school. Thanks.
Wide domain! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Blessings come even from deprivation, sometimes.
with life's choices we hope for more.
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