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Though rough, not lengthened, is our worldly way;

Then wipe thy pearly eyes, no more to weep—

Thy feet from falling let this memory keep—

Our love hath lasted through the stormy day.

These clouds like early mist shall melt away,

And show the vale beyond the pointed steep;

For they who sow in tears, in smiles shall reap—

Then be thy spirits as the morning gay.

For thou alone art gifted with the power

To still the tempest in my stubborn soul;

Thy smile creates around the billows roll

The blissful quiet of a halcyon hour.

Then shed no tear—then heave no sorrowing sigh

Since love like thine may time and toil defy.