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SONNET.
1839.
[With no impatient or rebellious mind]
With no impatient or rebellious mindBear thy great sorrow, Lady, for in thee
Is now fulfill'd the immutable decree,
Whereby Eternal Wisdom hath assign'd,
To those whom it selects of human-kind
For special service, suffering, from which we,
Less honour'd, are exempt. 'Twas thine to see
A glorious spirit through thy love refined
And purified for Heaven: O therefore bow,
High-hearted woman, to His righteous will
Who proves thy spirit with this anguish now,
And patiently thy widow's task fulfil,
Cheer'd, even on earth, by faith revealing still
The amaranth crown upon thy husband's brow.
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