Oh, could we weep,
And weeping bring relief!
But life asks more than tears
And falling leaf.
Though year by year
Tears fall and leaves are shed,
Spring bids new sap arise,
And blood run red.
Nurse no long grief
Lest the heart flower no more;
Grief builds no barns; its plough
Rusts at the door.
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