Mine and Thine (1904)/Memory
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For other versions of this work, see Memory (Coates).
MEMORY
If it be true, as some aver,
Whose wisdom naught endears,
That portioned to each human lot
Are fewer smiles than tears,—
Then, merciful Mnemosyne,
How great to thee our debt,
That we remember all our joys,
Our sufferings forget!