Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Memory

by Florence Earle Coates

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MEMORY

IF it be true, as some aver,
With 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!