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Compensation

There's a joy for every sadness;
Every darkness has its light;
Every sorrow has its gladness;
There's a dawn to every night.

Blackest cloud has silver lining;
Wildest tempest has its calm;
Evermore the sun is shining;
Every trouble has its balm.

There are gains for all our losses
Be they great or be they small;
There are crowns for all our crosses
Glory crowns, for each, for all.

Neither covetous men nor the grave can inherit anything; they can but consume-only contentment can possess.
—Ruskin

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