SORROW
By Aubrey De Vere
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thouWith courtesy receive him; rise and bow;And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, cravePermission first His heavenly feet to lave;Then lay before Him all thou hast; allowNo cloud or passion to usurp thy brow,Or mar thy hospitality; no waveOf mortal tumult to obliterateThy soul’s marmoreal calmness. Grief should beLike joy, majestic, equable, sedate;Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;Strong to consume small troubles; to commendGreat thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thouWith courtesy receive him; rise and bow;And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, cravePermission first His heavenly feet to lave;Then lay before Him all thou hast; allowNo cloud or passion to usurp thy brow,Or mar thy hospitality; no waveOf mortal tumult to obliterateThy soul’s marmoreal calmness. Grief should beLike joy, majestic, equable, sedate;Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;Strong to consume small troubles; to commendGreat thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thouWith courtesy receive him; rise and bow;And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, cravePermission first His heavenly feet to lave;Then lay before Him all thou hast; allowNo cloud or passion to usurp thy brow,Or mar thy hospitality; no waveOf mortal tumult to obliterateThy soul’s marmoreal calmness. Grief should beLike joy, majestic, equable, sedate;Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;Strong to consume small troubles; to commendGreat thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,
God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thou
With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;
And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave
Permission first His heavenly feet to lave;
Then lay before Him all thou hast; allow
No cloud or passion to usurp thy brow,
Or mar thy hospitality; no wave
Of mortal tumult to obliterate
Thy soul’s marmoreal calmness. Grief should be
Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;
Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;
Strong to consume small troubles; to commend
Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.