<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384440" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Long Run</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the long run fame finds the deserving man. <br>The lucky wight may prosper for a day, <br>But in good time true merit leads the van, <br>And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way. <br>There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate, <br>But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait, <br>In the long run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the long run all goodly sorrow pays, <br>There is no better thing than righteous pain, <br>The sleepless nights, the awful thorn-crowned days, <br>Bring sure reward to tortured soul and brain. <br>Unmeaning joys enervate in the end, <br>But sorrow yields a glorious dividend <br>In the long run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the long run all hidden things are known, <br>The eye of truth will penetrate the night, <br>And good or ill, thy secret shall be known, <br>However well 't is guarded from the light. <br>All the unspoken motives of the breast <br>Are fathomed by the years and stand confest <br>In the long run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the long run all love is paid by love, <br>Though undervalued by the hosts of earth; <br>The great eternal Governemnt above <br>Keeps strict account and will redeem its worth. <br>Give thy love freely; do not count the cost; <br>So beautiful a thing was never lost <br>In the long run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384440" data-title="In the Long Run de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="In the long run fame finds the deserving man. The lucky wight may prosper for a day, But in good time true merit leads the van, And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way. There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate, But Fortune smiles on those w..."></div> </div> </div>

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