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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
1560. God Bless You, Dear, Today!
By John Bennett
IF there be graveyards in the heart
  From which no roses spring,
A place of wrecks and old gray tombs
  From which no birds take wing,
Where linger buried hopes and dreams        5
  Like ghosts among the graves,
Why, buried hopes are dismal things,
  And lonely ghosts are knaves!
If there come dreary winter days,
  When summer roses fall        10
And lie, forgot, in withered drifts
  Along the garden wall;
If all the wreaths a lover weaves
  Turn thorns upon the brow,—
Then out upon the silly fool        15
  Who makes not merry now!
For is we cannot keep the past,
  Why care for what ’s to come?
The instant’s prick is all that stings,
  And then the place is numb.        20
If life’s a lie and Love’s a cheat,
  As I have heard men say,
Then here ’s a health to fond deceit—
  God bless you, dear, to-day!


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