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CONSOLATION, by                    
First Line: It binds my spirit like a spell
Last Line: Is not withheld from me.
Subject(s): Consolation; Death; Sympathy; Dead, The; Empathy


It binds my spirit like a spell,
Relief hath time denied;
The world is empty as a shell
Since gentle Edith died.

When fancy paints her saintly grace
My heart to reconcile,
It only counterfeits her face
And simulates her smile.

When memory recalls her voice,
Her laughter's melody,
It brings not back the tender joys
That have forsaken me.

Small consolation hath the thought
That others grief have known;
Though pain in every heart is brought
It lessens not my own.

But when with one of old I cry,
"Was ever grief like mine?"
It stills my passion to reply
That sorrow is divine;

That One who took my nature bears,
Although in heaven the chief;
His human crown of sorrow wears,
And fathoms every grief;

And that his sympathy's embrace,
Wide as eternity
For those who look upon His face,
Is not withheld from me.





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