Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Disappointment
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Disappointment.
Yes, we all know what it is to "Stake a hazard on a die And lose"—that is, most of us do, And tho' we may not cry Out, tho hurt is there the same. And why it is that agony Should follow, where war with pain Is common; why, where air's so free, We should be only potters' clay, To crumble in some hands at will, 'Tis hard to understand. One day It may be, "Peace be still."