Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Our Petty Cares
Our petty cares wear on us so,-- More cruel than our great despairs, More rasping than a mighty woe, Our petty cares. Less need of strength hath he who bears Courageously some stinging blow, Of Fate which takes him unawares. Not solitary griefs we know Induce old age and whitening hairs; But that malicious, endless row-- Our petty cares.
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