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Katharine Tynan - The Great Sorrow
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Voice of a great wind, of wild ocean surges,
     Storming the gates of Heaven,
The people of God singing under the scourges
     Wherewith they are healed and shriven.

This is no sound, no wail of lamentation
     Such as of old was heard
When Rachael cried to Heaven her desolation
     Until all Heaven was stirred.

The people sing, crushed in the wine-press ruddy,
     Broken but not dismayed,
The triumph-song of the soul over the body
     Heaven-lifted, angel-stayed.

The white sorrow homes to the heavenly portal.
     This grief, this grief has wings --
Blood on her breast, but through the groves immortal
     Her song of triumph rings.
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