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_Αἴλινον_, _αἴλινον εἰπέ_, _τὸ δ' εὖ νικάτω_
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 foot hath trod / The weary road of toil and strife, / Yet from the sorrows of his life. / Builds ladders to be nearer God.