<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the blessings which my life has known, <br>I value most, and most praise God for three: <br>Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who, masquerade in the garb of foes<br>For many a year, and filled my heart with dread.<br>Yet fickle joys, like false, pretentious friends, <br>Have proved less worthy than this trio. First, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Want taught me labor, led me up the steep<br>And toilsome paths to hills of pure delight, <br>Trod only by the feet that know fatigue, <br>And yet press on until the heights appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then loneliness and hunger of the heart<br>Sent me upreaching to the realms of space, <br>Till all the silences grew eloquent, <br>And all their loving forces hailed me friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last, pain taught me prayer! placed in my hand the staff<br>Of close communion with the over-soul, <br>That I might lean upon it to the end, <br>And find myself made strong for any strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then these three who had pursued my steps<br>Like stern, relentless foes, year after year, <br>Unmasked, and turned their faces full on me, <br>And lo! they were divinely beautiful, <br>For through them shone the lustrous eyes of Love.</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=384724" data-title="Three Friends de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Of all the blessings which my life has known, I value most, and most praise God for three: Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true, Who, masquerade in the garb of foes For many a year, and filled my heart with dread. Yet fickle joys, li..."></div> </div> </div>

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