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 So you who in His presence move and live Recall amid your glad celestial cares, Your chosen office, to your children give The charity of prayers.

SORROW

Of Sorrow, 'tis as Saints have said— That his ill-savoured lamp shall shed A light to Heaven, when, blown about By the world's vain and windy rout, The candles of delight burn out.

Then usher Sorrow to thy board, Give him such fare as may afford Thy single habitation—best To meet him half-way in his quest, The importunate and sad-eyed guest.

Yet somewhat should he give who took My hospitality, for look, His is no random vagrancy; Beneath his rags what hints there be Of a celestial livery.

Sweet Sorrow, play a grateful part, Break me the marble of my heart And of its fragments pave a street Where, to my bliss, myself may meet One hastening with piercèd feet.