To Weep because a Glorious Sun

To weep because a glorious sun has set

Which the next morn shall gild the east again,

To mourn that mighty strengths must yield to fate

Which by that fall a double force attain,

To shrink from pain without whose friendly strife

Joy could not be, to make a terror of death

Who smiling beckons us to farther life

And is a bridge for the persistent breath;

Despair and anguish and the tragic grief

Of dry set eyes or such disastrous tears

As rend the heart though meant for its relief

And all man’s ghastly company of fears

Are born of folly that believes this span

Of brittle life can limit immortal man.

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