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lesser griefs that may be said, That breathe a thousand tender vows, Are but as servants in a house Where lies the master newly dead;

Who speak their feeling as it is, And weep the fulness from the mind: 'It will be hard' they say 'to find Another service such as this.'

My lighter moods are like to these, That out of words a comfort win; But there are other griefs within, And tears that at their fountain freeze;

For by the hearth the children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death, And scarce endure to draw the breath, Or like to noiseless phantoms flit: