---

Edgar Guest - The Price Of Joy
Work rating: Low

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.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.