What curious hearts we mortals bear,
How few of us can find content,
We choose the path that seems most fair,
And yet how often we repent.
How few of us can find content,
We choose the path that seems most fair,
And yet how often we repent.
Repent although we do not know
But that our choice has been the best,
And that the joys we crave to-day,
To-morrow might not lose their zest.
But that our choice has been the best,
And that the joys we crave to-day,
To-morrow might not lose their zest.
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