BLACK CAT POEMS
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The pain we have to suffer seems so broad,
Set side-by-side with this life's narrow span,
We need no greater evidence that
Has some diviner
He would not deem it worth his while to send
Such crushing sorrows as pursue us here,
Unless beyond this fleeting journey's end
Our chastened spirits found another sphere.
So small this world! So vast its agonies!
life is needed to adjust
These ill-proportioned, wide discrepancies
Between the spirit and its frame of dust.
So when my
writhes with some aching grief,
And all my heart-strings tremble at the strain,
My Reason lends new courage to
And all God's hidden purposes seem plain.
poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox