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NO GRIEF FOE ME.
No grief for me, or vain regret;
Remember what was good,
The things for which I stood;
The rest—forget!
Remember, though the way was long
And cumbersome the load,
I tried to take the road
With jest and song.
And though my days were sometimes spent
In loneliness apart,
I bore a soldier's heart,
Fearless, content.
Remember all that made me glad,
The flowers that used to bloom
Within the little room,
The joys I had.
