Compensation Poem by Annie Adams Fields

Compensation



IN the strength of the endeavour,
In the temper of the giver,
In the loving of the lover,
Lies the hidden recompense.

In the sowing of the sower,
In the fleeting of the flower,
In the fading of each hour,
Lurks eternal recompense.

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