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WE cannot sing of life, whose years are brief,

Nor sad heart-stories tell, who know no grief,

Nor write of shipwrecks on the seas of Fate,

Whose ship from out the harbor sailed but late.

But we may sing of fair and sunny days,

Of Love that walks in peace through quiet ways;

And unto him who turns the page to see

Our simple story, haply it may be

As when in some mild day in early spring,

One through the budding woods goes wandering;

And finds, where late the snow has blown across,

Beneath the leaves, a violet in the moss.

NOW I can sing of life, whose days are brief,

For I have walked close hand in hand with grief.

And I may tell of shipwrecked hopes, since mine

Sank just outside the happy harbor line.

But still my song is of those sunny days

When Love was with me in those quiet ways.

And unto him who turns the page to see

That day's short story, haply it may be,

The joy of those old memories he feels:

As one who through the wintry twilight steals,

And sees, across the chilly wastes of snow,

The darkened sunset's rosy afterglow.