Loss and Gain
When I compareWhat I have lost with what I have gained,What I have missed with what attained,Little room do I find for pride.
I am awareHow many days have been idly spent;How like an arrow the good intentHas fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dareTo measure loss and gain in this wise?Defeat may be victory in disguise;The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
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