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Be our fortunes as they may, / Touched with loss or sorrow, / Saddest eyes that weep to-day / May be glad to-morrow.
Yesterday the rain was here, / And the winds were blowing -- / Sky and earth and atmosphere / Brimmed and overflowing.
But to-day the sun is out, / And the drear November / We were then so vexed about / Now we scarce remember.
Yesterday you lost a friend -- / Bless your heart and love it! -- / For you scarce could comprehend / All the aching of it; --
But I sing to you and say: / Let the lost friend sorrow -- / Here's another come to-day, / Others may to-morrow.