Parting

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2>PARTING.</h2> <p>There's no use in weeping,<br/> Though we are condemned to part:<br/> There's such a thing as keeping<br/> A remembrance in one's heart:<br/> <br/> There's such a thing as dwelling<br/> On the thought ourselves have nursed,<br/> And with scorn and courage telling<br/> The world to do its worst.<br/> <br/> We'll not let its follies grieve us,<br/> We'll just take them as they come;<br/> And then every day will leave us<br/> A merry laugh for home.<br/> <br/> When we've left each friend and brother,<br/> When we're parted wide and far,<br/> We will think of one another,<br/> As even better than we are.<br/> <br/> Every glorious sight above us,<br/> Every pleasant sight beneath,<br/> We'll connect with those that love us,<br/> Whom we truly love till death!<br/> <br/> In the evening, when we're sitting<br/> By the fire, perchance alone,<br/> Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,<br/> Give responsive tone for tone.<br/> <br/> We can burst the bonds which chain us,<br/> Which cold human hands have wrought,<br/> And where none shall dare restrain us<br/> We can meet again, in thought.<br/> <br/> So there's no use in weeping,<br/> Bear a cheerful spirit still;<br/> Never doubt that Fate is keeping<br/> Future good for present ill!<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />