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Dinah Maria Mulock - David’s Child
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IN face of a great sorrow like to death 
How do we wrestle night and day with tears; 
How do we fast and pray; how small appears 
The outside world, while, hanging on some breath 
Of fragile hope, the chamber where we lie 
Includes all space.--But if sudden at last 
The blow falls; or by incredulity 
Fond led, we--never having one thought cast 
Towards years where "the child" was not--see it die, 
And with it all our future, all our past,-- 
We just look round us with a dull surprise: 
For lesser pangs we had filled earth with cries 
Of wild and angry grief that would be heard:-- 
But when the heart is broken--not a word.
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