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James Whitcomb Riley - Unless
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Who has not wanted, does not guess 
What plenty is.—Who has not groped 
In depths of doubt and hopelessness, 
Has never truly hoped.— 
Unless, sometimes, a shadow falls 
Upon his mirth, and veils his sight, 
And from the darkness drifts the light 
   Of love at intervals.

And that most dear of everything, 
I hold, is love; and who can sit 
With lightest heart and laugh and sing, 
Knows not the worth of it.— 
Unless, in some strange throng, perchance, 
He feels how thrilling sweet it is, 
One yearning look that answers his — 
   The troth of glance and glance.

Who knows not pain, knows not, alas! 
What pleasure is.—Who knows not of 
The bitter cup that will not pass, 
Knows not the taste of love. 
O souls that thirst, and hearts that fast, 
And natures faint with famishing, 
God lift and lead and safely bring 
   You to your own at last!
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