< Evening Songs (1920)
XLIX
The God’s world is so far and wide
And goodness in small measure;
By thousands one can count the pains
And very little pleasure.
The heart is ready to redeem
With hundred pains one pleasure—
And the same heart, O God, for love
Will suffer past all measure.
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