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Carmina crucis

By Dora Greenwell
  

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DESDICHADO.

Weep not for them who weep
For friend or lover taken hence, for child
That falls 'mid early flowers and grass asleep,
Untempted, undefiled.
Mourn not for them that mourn
For sin's keen arrow with its rankling smart,
God's hand will bind again what He hath torn,
He heals the broken heart.
But weep for him whose eye
Sees in the midnight skies a starry dome
Thick sown with worlds that whirl and hurry by,
And give the heart no home;
Who hears amid the dense
Loud trampling crash and outcry of this wild
Thick jungle world of drear magnificence,
No voice which says, my child;

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Who marks through earth and space
A strange dumb pageant pass before a vacant shrine.
And feels within his inmost soul a place
Unfill'd by the Divine;
Weep, weep, for him, above
That looks for God, and sees unpitying Fate,
That finds within his heart, in place of love,
A dull, unsleeping hate.