Saturday, March 24, 2012

Ever Our Failing

The Plaint Human
by James Whitcomb Riley


Season of snows, and season of flowers,
Seasons of loss and gain!--
Since grief and joy must alike be ours,
Why do we still complain?

Ever our failing, from sun to sun,
O my intolerant brother:--
We want just a little too little of one,
And much too much of the other.

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