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THE WELL OF SORROW

There is a well at the roadside of life,

A deep, deep well, whose water is soft.

And man passeth upon

The dusty roadway singing.

Youth in gay array, yea, and age

Still in gay raiment masquerading!

There is a well at the roadside of life;

And men are thirsty, and they come

With their empty hearts like rusted cups,

Pleading for a quaff.

And behold, beside the well is one

Who smiles, and brings forth the water, pouring

With gentle hand unto the proffered cups,

And they drink and go forth weeping,

And call the water bitter!

Yet the one beside the well, smiles,

And watches man as he proceeds,

And whispers: "Drink, Drink, for in the drinking

Art thou become deep";

For no man's thirst may e'er be quenched

To his heart's satisfaction, save that he sup -

Of the waters of the well of Sorrow!

~PW

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TnDoc's avatar

Superb. Thanks for sharing.

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