II
ItisnotthatourlateryearsOfcaresarewovenwholly，Butsmileslessswiftlychasethetears，Andwoundsarehealedmoreslowly。
AndMemory’svowTolostonesnow，Makesjoystoobright，unholy。
AndeverfledtheIrisbowThatsmiledwhencloudswereo’erus。
Ifstormsshouldburst，uncheeredwego，Adrearierwastebeforeus——