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I met Poor Sorrow on the way
As I came down the years;
I gave him everything I had
And looked at him through tears.

‘But Sorrow, give me here again
Some little sign to show;
For I have given all I own;
Yet have I far to go.’

Then Sorrow charmed my eyes for me
And hallowed them thus far:
‘Look deep enough in every dark,
And you shall see the star.’
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