Why do we pity those who weep? The pain
That finds a ready outlet in the flow
Of salt and bitter tears is blessed woe,
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When love is lost, the day sets towards the night,
Albeit the morning sun may still be bright,
And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky.
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This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
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Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -
I check myself, and say, 'That mighty One
Who made the solar system cannot blunder -
And for the best all things are being done.'
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If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf,
I would burst from the cloud above you
And lie on your breast in a rapture of rest,
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Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine
Why should the old monopolise all praise?
Then let the new claim mine.
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Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French
As along through France we go.
But the moments to us that are keen and sweet
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Life is too short for any vain regretting;
Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,
And let us go upon our way forgetting
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Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the breath of life to him was given
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I step across the mystic border-land,
And look upon the wonder-world of Art.
How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
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