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/ Shut it out of the heart -- this grief, / O Love, with the years grown old and hoary! / And let in joy that life is brief, / And give God thanks for the end of the story. / The bond of the flesh is transitory, / And beauty goes with the lapse of years -- / The brow's white rose and the hair's dark glory -- / God be thanked for the severing shears!
/ Over the past, Heart, waste no tears! / Over the past, and all its madness, / Its wine and wormwood, hopes and fears, / That never were worth a moment's sadness. / Here she lies who was part o' its gladness, / Wife and mistress, and shared its woe, / The good of life as well as its badness, -- / Look on her face and see if you know.