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He Was Acquainted With Grief
I cannot tell the sorrows that I feelBy the night's darkness, by the prison's gloom;
There is no sight that can the death reveal,
The spirit suffers in earth's living tomb;
There is no sound of grief that mourners raise,
No moaning of the wind, or dirge-like sea;
Nor hymns though prophet tones inspire the lays,
That can the spirit's grief awake in thee;
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The death in Christ to know the Father's love;
Then in the strains that angels love to hear,
Thou too shalt hear the spirit's song above;
And learn in grief what these can never tell,
A note too deep for earthly voice to swell.
Poem No. 223; c. January 1839
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