When tears wash tears and soul upon soul leaps,
When clasped in arms of anguish and of pain.
When love beneath the feet of passion creeps,
Ah me, what do we gain?
When we our rosy bower to demons lease,
When Life's most tender strains by shrieks are
slain,
When strife invades our quietude and peace,
Ah me, what do we gain?
When we allow the herbs of hate to sprout,
When weeds of jealousy the lily stain.
When pearls of faith are crushed by stones of
doubt.
Ah me, what do we gain?
When night creeps on us in the light of day.
When we nepenthes of good cheer disdain,
When on the throne of courage sits dismay,
Ah mc, what do we gain?
When sweetness, goodness, kindness all have
died,
When naught but broken, bleeding hearts re-
main.
When rough-shod o'er our better self we ride.
Ah me, what do we gain ?