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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 / The joys and sorrows of each yesterday / Between the swift sun's rising and its setting / We have no time for useless tears or fretting: / Life is too short.
Life is too short for any bitter feeling; / Time is the best avenger if we wait; / The years speed by, and on their wings bear healing; / We have no room for anything like hate. / This solemn truth the low mounds seem revealing / That thick and fast about our feet are stealing: / Life is too short.
Life is too short for aught but high endeavor -- / Too short for spite, but long enough for love. / And love lives on forever and forever; / It links the worlds that circle on above: / 'Tis God's first law, the universe's lever. / In His vast realm the radiant souls sigh never / "Life is too short. "