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