Роберт Сеймур Бриджес (Robert Seymour Bridges)

Shorter Poems. Book V. 19. “Weep not to-day: why should this sadness be?”

Weep not to-day: why should this sadness be?
  Learn in present fears
  To o’ermaster those tears
  That unhindered conquer thee.

Think on thy past valour, thy future praise:
  Up, sad heart, nor faint
  In ungracious complaint,
  Or a prayer for better days.

Daily thy life shortens, the grave’s dark peace
  Draweth surely nigh,
  When good-night is good-bye;
  For the sleeping shall not cease.

Fight, to be found fighting: nor far away
  Deem, nor strange thy doom.
  Like this sorrow ’twill come,
  And the day will be to-day.