
Life may be sad past saying,
Its greens forever graying,
Its faiths to dust decaying;
And youth may have foreknown it,
And riper seasons shown it,
But custom cries: "Disown it:
Say ye rejoice, though grieving,
Believe, while unbelieving,
Behold, without perceiving!"
--Thomas Hardy
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ur dum".