Parting

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There's no use in weeping,

Though we are condemned to part.

There's such a thing as keeping

A remembrance in one's heart.

There's such a thing as dwelling

On the thought ourselves have nurs'd

And with scorn and courage telling

The world to do its  worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,

We'll just take them as they come;

And then every day will leave us

A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,

When we're parted wide and far,

We will think of one another,

As even better than we are.

Every glorious sight above us,

Every pleasant sight beneath,

We'll connect with those that love us,

Whom we truly love til death!

In the evening, when we're sitting

By the fire perchance alone,

Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,

Give responsive tone for tone.

We can burst the bonds which chain us,

Which cold human hands have wrought,

And where none shall dare restrain us

We can meet again, in thought.

So there's no use in weeping,

Bear a cheerful spirit still.

Never doubt that God is keeping

Future good for present ill!

~Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)