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‘Hide, hide your tears!’

Hide, hide your tears,
Ye breaking hearts, lest sorrow
Darken their years
Whose is the bright To-morrow!
What can repay
The ruin of the roses,
Though weeping day
In golden sunset closes?
Or what amend
Can be for child-hearts breaking,
Though the world lend
Gold, glory, and mirth-making?
Though this dark night
Show moon nor star adorning,
Grudge not delight
To the young heirs of Morning!