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we but love what will not pass away!
 * The sun that on each morning shines as clear
 * As when it rose first on the world's first year;

The fresh green leaves that rustle on the spray. The sun will shine, the leaves will be as gay
 * When graves are full of all our hearts held dear,
 * When not a soul of those who loved us here,

Not one, is left us—creatures of decay.

Yea, love the Abiding in the Universe Which was before, and will be after us.
 * Nor yet for ever hanker and vainly cry
 * For human love—the beings that change or die;

Die—change—forget: to care so is a curse, Yet cursed we'll be rather than not care thus.