There is some little comfort in crying aloud.
But the days they must come,
When your grief will be dumb;
Grown women like me must take care how they cry.
You will learn by and by
’Tis a womanly art to hide pain out of sight,
To look round with a smile,
Though your heart aches the while
And to keep back your tears till you’ve blown out the light.
Marian Douglas (Picture Poems for Young Folks).