For those to whom through pain
At last comes wisdom's gain.
[*]But for our future fate,
[*]Since help for it is none,
[*]Good-bye to it before it comes, and this
Has the same end as wailing premature;
For with to-morrow's dawn
It will come clear; may good luck crown our fate!
So prays the one true guard,
Nearest and dearest found,