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Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her,

“Grief will pass away,

Hope for fairer times in future,

And forget to-day.” —

Tell her, if you will, that sorrow

Need not come in vain;

Tell her that the lesson taught her

Far outweighs the pain.

Cheat her not with the old comfort,

“Soon she will forget” —

Bitter truth, alas – but matter

Rather for regret;

Bid her not “Seek other pleasures,

Turn to other things:” —

Rather nurse her cagèd sorrow

’Till the captive sings.

Rather bid her go forth bravely.

And the stranger greet;

Not as foe, with spear and buckler,

But as dear friends meet;

Bid her with a strong clasp hold her,

By her dusky wings —

Listening for the murmured blessing

Sorrow always brings.