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AFTER A DEATH. 201
The bitterness each day brought forth
Was more than I could bear, And hope's uncertainty was worse
Than positive despair.
I grew more unprepared for grief
Which had so long been stayed; The blow seemed more impossible
The more it was delayed.
Yes ! the most sudden of our griefs
Are those which travel slow ; The longer warning that it gives
The deeper is the woe.
To look a sorrow in the face
False magnitude imparts; All sorrows look immensely large
Unto our little hearts.
But to look long upon a grief,
Which is so long in sight, Unmans the heart more terribly
Then a sudden death at night.
A swift and unexpected blow,
If hard to bear, is brief; But oh ! it is less sudden far
Than a quiet creeping grief.