Ah, this is what I wanted,
 And this is what I got,

Ah, this is what I wanted,
    And this is what I got,
To be a quiet poet,
    In my own quiet spot.

But oh that I had hungered
    For things of greater worth,
That I had longed and panted
    To bring a soul to birth.

‘Tis those who thirst and hunger
     Whose wishes are fulfilled;
‘Tis those who pray and labour
    Who find that they are skilled.

But oh how oft we settle
    For paltry little goals,
When he with greatest wisdom
    Is he that winneth souls.

~ Nita Brainard

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