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ON THE SISTER OF MERCY. |
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Madeline | ||
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XL. ON THE SISTER OF MERCY.
Of those whose turn comes round to weep
Shall Pity shed the tear;
The drip puts weary grief to sleep
Though no relief be near.
Shall Pity shed the tear;
The drip puts weary grief to sleep
Though no relief be near.
The kindred soul of thoughtless days,
To pleasure only known,
The word of sympathy delays
For sorrow not its own.
To pleasure only known,
The word of sympathy delays
For sorrow not its own.
But she a stranger at the gate
Where none besides attend,
Asks leave to see the desolate
And enters as a friend.
Where none besides attend,
Asks leave to see the desolate
And enters as a friend.
Madeline | ||