O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. - O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey with grief and tears, A mother weeping all alone. - But well for him whose feet hath trod The weary road of toil and strife, Yet from the sorrows of his life Builds ladders to be nearer God.
tagged by @triumphdivision (thank u) to reveal spotify’s very strange idea of what defines my listening habits. i feel like the birth chart bit is somehow the most apropos & everything else is just … spaghetti thrown at the wall. but sure !!
