The Hereafter.

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Hereafter! O we need not waste
Our smiles or tears, whatever befall:
No happiness but holds a taste
Of something sweeter, after all; -
No depth of agony but feels
Some fragment of abiding trust, -
Whatever death unlocks or seals,
The mute beyond is just.

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