Oscar Wilde

?And thus we rust Life?s iron chain
Degraded and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God?s eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.

And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper?s house
With the scent of costliest nard.

Ah! happy those whose hearts can break
And peace of pardon win!
How else may man make straight his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
How else but through a broken heart
May Lord Christ enter in?

Source: 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol,' written in Paris, 1897