PartingThere's no use in weeping,Though we are condemned to part:There's such a thing as keepingA remembrance in one's heart:There's such a thing as dwellingOn the thought ourselves have nurs'd,And with scorn and courage tellingThe world to do its worst.We'll not let its follies grieve us,We'll just take them as they come;And then every day will leave usA merry laugh for home.When we've left ea…