Edgar Lee Masters,
Domesday Book
“ And save the waste of spirit, you must find Whatever waste there was of Elenor Murray [Pg 58] Of love or faith, or time, or strength, great gain In spite of early chances, father, mother, Too loveless, negligent, or ignorant; Her mother instinct never blessed with children. I sometimes think no life is without use— For even weeds that sow themselves, frost reaped And matted on the ground, enrich the soil, Or feed some life. Our eyes must see the end Of what these growths are for, before we say Where waste is and where gain. ”
