STRANGE that so small mortality should leave So large an emptiness! for as we grieve Your little life of seven happy years Ended for us, one who could understand Each subtle word, and answer hand with hand Had hardly taken greater toll of tears. YET why should we not mourn as for a friend? That name was yours; if every man would spend His life as well, earth were not hard to save. Grant that God made your heart and brain but small. What more has an archangel than his all? And all God gave to you, to us you gave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH POLYHYMNIA: L'ENVOY by WILLIAM BASSE THE FALL OF THE YEAR by EMIL BLEMONT THE EARTH MOTHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by THOMAS CAMPION RUINS (YPRES, 1917) by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 4 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |