 | Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton |  |
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LIFE, NOT DEATH.
A wailing voice of prophecy,
A voice of anguish in our ears!
Why will ye tell us so, our fears,
That she must die?
A voice of anguish in our ears!
Why will ye tell us so, our fears,
That she must die?
So fair she seems,
In wealth of womanhood so high,
How can it enter in our dreams
That our dear friend can die?
In wealth of womanhood so high,
How can it enter in our dreams
That our dear friend can die?
Yet enters there the prophecy;
It more than enters there,—it dwells!
That voice hath never ceased that tells
That she must die.
It more than enters there,—it dwells!
That voice hath never ceased that tells
That she must die.
Let us not feign,
Let us not feign our eyes are dry;
They weep an agonisëd rain
Because our friend will die.
Let us not feign our eyes are dry;
They weep an agonisëd rain
Because our friend will die.
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Shall we not weep? Shall we not sigh?
Shall we not rather storm and curse
And rave against this Universe
That lets her die?
Shall we not rather storm and curse
And rave against this Universe
That lets her die?
Nay, nay, be still,
Let us be still! Not you nor I
Should rave. Think, Friend, it is God's will
That lets our dear one die.
Let us be still! Not you nor I
Should rave. Think, Friend, it is God's will
That lets our dear one die.
It is God's will! So let us try
Calmness once more. He knows the best.
Our dear one enters into rest,
But she shall never die.
Calmness once more. He knows the best.
Our dear one enters into rest,
But she shall never die.
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