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THE DOUBTS OF GRIEF. |
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THE DOUBTS OF GRIEF.
And is she truly dear to God
Who made a thing so fair of her?
The painful path her feet have trod
Has not for that been easier.
Who made a thing so fair of her?
The painful path her feet have trod
Has not for that been easier.
Perchance beyond the barrier dim
Whereto her sad steps draw anigh
God waits for her whose eyes on him
Are waiting till their daylight die.
Whereto her sad steps draw anigh
God waits for her whose eyes on him
Are waiting till their daylight die.
Perchance, perchance—but ah, we know
Of all this nothing; it may be
That where the thin ghosts gloomward go
Is sleep, and silence utterly.
Of all this nothing; it may be
That where the thin ghosts gloomward go
Is sleep, and silence utterly.
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At least even so no dreams shall mock
That sleep with their beguiling wings
Which now her fitful slumbers rock,
Then leave her to the truth of things.
That sleep with their beguiling wings
Which now her fitful slumbers rock,
Then leave her to the truth of things.
That sleep it is another sleep
Than any she has known before,
Dreamless it is, and calm, and deep,
And needs not any watching o'er.
Than any she has known before,
Dreamless it is, and calm, and deep,
And needs not any watching o'er.
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