Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; br Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow: br And some are sung, and that was yesterday, br And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow. br br Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way, br Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow: br And it was sweet, and that was yesterday, br And sweet is sweet, though purchas-ed with sorrow. br br Go, songs, and come not back from your far way: br And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow, br Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know To-day, br Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know To-morrow.