From Godey's Lady's Book, January 1858
O Leave Her to Her Grief!
by Charles Mackay
O leave her to her grief,
Nor urge her to forget:
All art is vain to soothe her pain;
She mourns her loved one yet.
The storm will run its course;
And not till clouds have burst
Shall light appear, serene and clear,
And glorious as at first.
O leave her till she weep;
And when the tear-drops flow,
Let Pity's word, soft-stealing, heard,
Be music to her woe.
And water'd by those tears,
A little flower shall bloom;
A blossom fair for love to wear,
A hope beyond the tomb.
2 comments:
I like that, it is very beautiful. It flows, and rhymes magnificently.
I'm glad you like it. I do too. I found it while looking for something else.
I've noticed that it's hard to grieve in our culture. Everyone wants you to "move on" and not be sad. So I heartily endorse the poem's message.
The beautiful lady in the picture resembles Mrs. Reyes, don't you think?
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