Be our fortunes as they may,
Touched with loss or sorrow,
Saddest eyes that weep to-day
May be glad to-morrow.
Yesterday the rain was here,
And the winds were blowing—
Sky and earth and atmosphere
Brimmed and overflowing.
But to-day the sun is out,
And the drear November
We were then so vexed about
Now we scarce remember.
Yesterday you lost a friend—
Bless your heart and love it!—
For you scarce could comprehend
All the aching of it;—
But I sing to you and say:
Let the lost friend sorrow—
Here's another come to-day,
Others may to-morrow.