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PENSEROSA.
Is it sin to deal with sorrow?
Looking upward through our tears,
All the breadth of sky is clearer,
And twice beautiful; and dearer
Seems the coming of the morrow
As we wrestle with our fears;
Wherefore should we comfort borrow,
Looking upward through our tears,
All the breadth of sky is clearer,
And twice beautiful; and dearer
Seems the coming of the morrow
As we wrestle with our fears;
Wherefore should we comfort borrow,
While the woe may come again?
For our little life is brief;
And though never joy shall light it,
Truly not our tears shall blight it;
For the Christ once suffered pain,
And He was acquaint with grief—
He, the blessed Christ, did deign
For our little life is brief;
And though never joy shall light it,
Truly not our tears shall blight it;
For the Christ once suffered pain,
And He was acquaint with grief—
He, the blessed Christ, did deign
Himself to weep. What matter whether
Smile or sigh? The fairest bow,
Where the sun the spray hath kissed,
There it blossoms in the mist
Till it withers in fair weather.
Beautiful is grief! I know
Peace and tears may dwell together.
Smile or sigh? The fairest bow,
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There it blossoms in the mist
Till it withers in fair weather.
Beautiful is grief! I know
Peace and tears may dwell together.
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