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I'll Not Confer With Sorrow

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I'll not confer with Sorrow     Till to-morrow;     But Joy shall have her way     This very day.     Ho, eglantine and cresses     For her tresses!--     Let Care, the beggar, wait     Outside the gate.     Tears if you will--but after     Mirth and laughter;     Then, folded hands on breast     And endless rest.

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