From The Cry of the Children

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

“The old man may weep for his to-morrow
Which is lost in Long Ago;
The old tree is leafless in the forest,
The old year is ending in the frost,
The old wound, when stricken, is the sorest,
The old hope is hardest to be lost:”

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