What though the radiance which was once so bright<br>Be now for ever taken from my sight$$$<br>Though nothing can bring back the hour<br>Of splendour in the grass$$$ of glory in the flower;<br>We will grieve not$$$ rather find<br>Strength in what remains

What though the radiance which was once so bright<br>Be now for ever taken from my sight$$$<br>Though nothing can bring back the hour<br>Of splendour in the grass$$$ of glory in the flower;<br>We will grieve not$$$ rather find<br>Strength in what remains behind;<br>In the primal sympathy<br>Which having been must ever be;<br>In the soothing thoughts that spring<br>Out of human suffering;<br>In the faith that looks through death$$$<br>In years that bring the philosophic mind.