Seeing The Light Through The Trees
O heart of mine, we shouldn't Worry so!
What we've missed of calm we couldn’t 
Have, you know!
What we've met of stormy pain, And of sorrow's driving rain, We can better meet again,
If it blow!
We have erred in that dark hour
We have known,
When our tears fell in a great shower, 
Let us temper our content,
With the wisdom heaven has sent
For, we know, not every morrow Can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow
We have had,
Let us fold away our fears, 
And put by our foolish tears,
And through all the coming years
Just be glad.

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