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Or walking through the streets of gold In Heaven's unclouded light, His lips recall the song of old And hum "The sky is bright." And can we smile when thou art dead? Ah, brothers, even so! The rose of summer will be red, In spite of winter's snow. Thou wouldst not leave us all in gloom Because thy song is still, Nor blight the banquet-garland's bloom With grief's untimely chill.

Oliver Wendell Holmes - The Poet at the Breakfast-Table

Or walking through the streets of gold In Heaven's unclouded light, His lips recall the song of old And hum "The sky is bright." And can we smile when thou art dead? Ah, brothers, even so! The rose of summer will be red, In spite of winter's snow. Thou wouldst not leave us all in gloom Because thy song is still, Nor blight the banquet-garland's bloom With grief's untimely chill.

Oliver Wendell Holmes - Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works