Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.

There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited.

O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.

We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest; And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.