There is no danger in disdain,
No grief in perfidy;
The meek they are who taste of pain
And matchless misery.
The hearts who give, and giving, die,
Could they but learn the way
To take, and laugh and then deny,
They still might live their day.
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THERE IS NO DANGER IN · Helen Hay Whitney · Poetry Cove