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178 Then call me what they will, I know
 * That now my soul is glad:

If this be madness, better so,
 * Far better to be mad,

Weeping or smiling as I go.

For if I weep, it is that now
 * I see how deep a loss is mine,

And feel how brightly round my brow
 * The coronal might shine,

Had I but kept mine early vow:

And if I smile, it is that now
 * I see the promise of the years—

The garland waiting for my brow,
 * That must be won with tears,

With pain—with death—I care not how.