When the great oak is straining in the
wind
the boughs drink in new beauty,
And the trunk sends down a deeper root
on the windward side.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief
can know the mighty rapture.
Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
-- Edwin Markham
(Words sent to me by Lady Fribble)
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