Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Cheer — The House of Life
(1914)
“ And found that from dull Duty's room, a door of Toil led out. It led out to another door, whereon a crimson stain Made sullenly against the dark these words: "The Room of Pain." But oh the light, the light, the light, that spilled down from above And upward wound, the stairs of Faith, right to the Tower of Love! And when I came forth from that place, I tried the little key - And lo! the door of Happiness swung open, wide and free. ”
