Sonnet. "Say thou not sadly, "never," and "no more,""

Say thou not sadly, "never," and "no more,"
  But from thy lips banish those falsest words;
  While life remains that which was thine before
  Again may be thine; in Time's storehouse lie
  Days, hours, and moments, that have unknown hoards
  Of joy, as well as sorrow: passing by,
  Smiles come with tears; therefore with hopeful eye
  Look thou on dear things, though they turn away,
  For thou and they, perchance, some future day
  Shall meet again, and the gone bliss return;
  For its departure then make thou no mourn,
  But with stout heart bid what thou lov'st farewell;
  That which the past hath given the future gives as well.