| What is to Come |
| What is to come we know not. But we know That what had been was good--was good to show, better to hide, and best of all to bear. We are the masters of the days that were; We have lived, we have loved, we have suffererd..even so. Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow? Life was our friend? now, if it be our foe-- Dear, though it spoil and break us!--need we care What is to come? Let great winds their worst and wildest blow, Or the gold weather round us mellow slow; We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare And we can conquer, though we cannot share In the rich quiet of the afterglow What is to come. |
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