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A light that shall rend thy gloom?

Yet surely, the tale is told,

That tears are comfort beneath the tomb

To the great Kings of old.

No fire ravening red,

O Son, subdueth quite

The deep life of the dead;

His wrath breaks from the night.

When they weep for one who dies

His Avenger doth arise,

Yea, for father and life-giver

There is Justice, when the cries

And the tears run as a river.

O Father, hearken and save,

For my sore sorrow's sake!

Children twain are above thy grave

Seeking for thee: Oh, wake!

Thy grave is their only home,

The beggared and out-cast.

What here is well? What is saved from doom?

O Atê strong to the last!

Yet still it may be—God is strong—

A changèd music shall be born

To sound above this dirge forlorn,

And the King's House with Triumph-song

Lead home a Friend in love new-sworn.