Classic Poem

We must not weep, we will not moan;
Let all such things be deemed unknown.
Now for the words of livelong hope
In Marjorie's white horoscope!

Good-by to all that dims our eyes —
Welcome her, kind futurities!
Anthems of joy and hymns of gold —
All these let Marjorie infold!

Yes, for that sweet and peaceful child,
That gift of beauty undefiled,
A smile of love, a song of joy,
Shall Marjorie's dream of life employ.

I see the sunset o'er the hill,
The level meads with glory fill —
A gentle light, a heavenly balm,
Like Marjorie's soul, so clear and calm.