Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VIII. Wedded Love | | Faith and Hope | | Rembrandt Peale (17781860) |
| | | O, DONT be sorrowful, darling! | |
| Now, dont be sorrowful, pray; | |
| For, taking the year together, my dear, | |
| There isnt more night than day. | |
| It s rainy weather, my loved one; | 5 |
| Times wheels they heavily run; | |
| But taking the year together, my dear, | |
| There isnt more cloud than sun. | |
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| We re old folks now, companion, | |
| Our heads they are growing gray; | 10 |
| But taking the year all round, my dear, | |
| You always will find the May. | |
| We ve had our May, my darling, | |
| And our roses, long ago; | |
| And the time of the year is come, my dear, | 15 |
| For the long dark nights, and the snow. | |
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| But God is God, my faithful, | |
| Of night as well as of day; | |
| And we feel and know that we can go | |
| Wherever he leads the way. | 20 |
| Ay, God of night, my darling! | |
| Of the night of death so grim; | |
| And the gate that from life leads out, good wife, | |
| Is the gate that leads to Him. | | | | |
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