For an hour’s repentance cancels all the sins of sixty years.
Weep not, soul with sorrow laden, once again the spring returns;
Singer of the night, your planet once again in heaven burns.
Weep not for your boyhood’s passions, weep not for your youth’s despair;
Every poet’s heart was tangled sometime in a woman’s hair.
Weep not, watcher for to-morrow, that thou never canst prevail
With the stars to tell the secret shrouded up behind the Veil.
Weep not if life’s gloomy pathway terrifies your wandering soul,
For the byeway, not the highway, best conducteth to the goal.
Weep not for the loss of brother, grieve not at the gain of foe;