Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)

To a Friend in Bereavement

No comfort, nay, no comfort. Yet would I
In Sorrow's cause with Sorrow intercede.
Burst not the great heart,—this is all I plead—
Ah sentence it to suffer, not to die.
'Comfort?' If Jesus wept at Bethany,
—That doze and nap of Death—how may we bleed
Who watch the long sleep that is sleep indeed!
Pointing to Heaven I but remind you why
On earth you still must mourn. He who, being bold
For life-to-come, is false to the past sweet
Of Mortal life, hath killed the world above.
For why to live again if not to meet?
And why to meet if not to meet in love?
And why in love if not in that dear love of old?

1. The Army Surgeon
2. The Market-Wife's Song
3. On the Death of Mrs. Browning
4. The Olive
5. Under Especial Blessing

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