When the burden of time
Tugs the splinter to bed
There is hopeful buoyancy
To keep bulky logs afloat
The hope of a fresh morn
Quells the fear of twilight
For every spell is momentary
Hope prolongs the happy hour
And curtails our immense sorrow.
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