Not in each shell the diver brings to air
Is found the priceless pearl, but only where
Mangled, and torn, and bruised well-nigh to death,
The wounded oyster draws its labouring breath.
Oh, tried and suffering soul! gauge here your gain;
The pearl of patience is the fruit of pain.
From: Mason, Carol Atherton (Briggs), The Lost Ring, and Other Poems, 1892, Houghton, Mifflin and Company: Boston, p. 61.
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Date: 1892
By: Carol Atherton (Briggs) Mason (1823-1890)