"They do me wrong who say I come no more
When once I knock and fail to find you in,
For ever,y day I stand outside your door
And bid you wake and rise to fight and win.
"Weep not for precious chances passed away;
Wail not for golden ages on the wane;
Each night I burn the records of the day,
At sunrise every soul is born again.
"Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,
To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb,
My judgments seal the dead past with its dead