To yearn for what we have not had, to sit
    With hungry eyes glued on the Future's gate,
Why that is heaven compared to having it
    With all the power gone to appreciate.

Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait,
    And die at last with unappeased desire,
Than live to be the jest of such a fate,
    For that is my conception of hell-fire.

Poems of sentiment by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago, IL : W. B. Conkey Company, c1906.

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