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MATER CONSOLATRIX

Heart's-joy must fade ... though it borrow
Heaven's azure for its clay:
But the Joy that is one with Sorrow,
Treads an immortal way:
For each, is born To-morrow,
For each, is Yesterday.
Joy that is clothed with shadow
Shall arise from the dead:
But Joy that is clothed with the rainbow
Shall with the bow be sped:...
Where the Sun spends his fires is she,
And where the Stars are led.