Curtain

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Curtain

When one has lived

’Tis not so hard

To fold the hands,

To say, “Good-night,”

And creep away

Behind the dark;

But ’tis not strange

The heart rebels

When sounds of night

Ring down the day

That was a weary, joyless way

From early dawn

To setting sun:

How eagerly we trail the light

For crumbs of happiness we fend,

And struggle, struggle⁠—to the end!