On The Death of Anne Bronte
THERE's little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave ;
I've lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.


Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last ;
Longing to see the shade of death
O'er those belovèd features cast.


The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me ;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently ;


Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life ;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife

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