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COMFORT
How poorly reaches to my heart,
When all my joy is in eclipse,
The stilted comfort and the noise
Of kind, but useless, lips.
When all my joy is in eclipse,
The stilted comfort and the noise
Of kind, but useless, lips.
But down the road an arrow's flight
Where evening brings the sleepy birds,
The thinnest twitter in the green
Is more than clumsy words.
Where evening brings the sleepy birds,
The thinnest twitter in the green
Is more than clumsy words.
And in that forest synagogue,
Whose aisles are paved with bloom and sod,
A broken heart may haply find
The tenderness of God.
Whose aisles are paved with bloom and sod,
A broken heart may haply find
The tenderness of God.
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