They do me wrong who say I come no more
When once I knock and fail to find you in.
For every day I stand outside your door
And bid you wake and rise to fight to win.
Wail not for chances passed away
Weep not for golden ages on the wane,
Each night I burn the records of the day,
At sunrise every soul is born again.
Anon.
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