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The days of a man are threescore years and ten	A
The days of his life were half a man's whom we	B
Lament and would yet not bid him back to be	B
Partaker of all the woes and ways of men	A
Life sent him enough of sorrow not again	A
Would anguish of love beholding him set free	B
Bring back the beloved to suffer life and see	B
No light but the fire of grief that scathed him then	A
We know not at all we hope and do not fear	C
We shall not again behold him late so near	C
Who now from afar above with eyes alight	D
And spirit enkindled haply toward us here	E
Looks down unforgetful yet of days like night	D
And love that has yet his sightless face in sight	D
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I	-
TRANSFIGURATION	A
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But half a man's days and his days were nights	F
What hearts were ours who loved him should we pray	G
That night would yield him back to darkling day	G
Sweet death that soothes to life that spoils and smites	F
For now perchance life lovelier than the light's	F
That shed no comfort on his weary way	G
Shows him what none may dream to see or say	G
Ere yet the soul may scale those topless heights	F
Where death lies dead and triumph Haply there	H
Already may his kindling eyesight find	I
Faces of friends no face than his more fair	H
And first among them found of all his kind	I
Milton with crowns from Eden on his hair	H
And eyes that meet a brother's now not blind	I
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II	-
DELIVERANCE	F
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O Death fair Death sole comforter and sweet	J
Nor Love nor Hope can give such gifts as thine	A
Sleep hardly shows us round thy shadowy shrine	A
What roses hang what music floats what feet	J
Pass and what wings of angels We repeat	J
Wild words or mild disastrous or divine	A
Blind prayer blind imprecation seeing no sign	A
Nor hearing aught of thee not faint and fleet	J
As words of men or snowflakes on the wind	I
But if we chide thee saying Thou hast sinned thou hast sinned	K
Dark Death to take so sweet a light away	G
As shone but late though shadowed in our skies	F
We hear thine answer Night has given what day	G
Denied him darkness hath unsealed his eyes	F
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III	-
THANKSGIVING	L
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Could love give strength to thank thee Love can give	M
Strong sorrow heart to suffer what we bear	H
We would not put away albeit this were	N
A burden love might cast aside and live	O
Love chooses rather pain than palliative	M
Sharp thought than soft oblivion May we dare	H
So trample down our passion and our prayer	H
That fain would cling round feet now fugitive	M
And stay them so remember so forget	P
What joy we had who had his presence yet	P
What griefs were his while joy in him was ours	F
And grief made weary music of his breath	Q
As even to hail his best and last of hours	F
With love grown strong enough to thank thee Death	Q
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IV	M
LIBITINA VERTICORDIA	P
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Sister of sleep healer of life divine	A
As rest and strong as very love may be	B
To set the soul that love could set not free	B
To bid the skies that day could bid not shine	A
To give the gift that life withheld was thine	A
With all my heart I loved one borne from me	B
And all my heart bows down and praises thee	B
Death that hast now made grief not his but mine	A
O Changer of men's hearts we would not bid thee	B
Turn back our hearts from sorrow this alone	A
We bid we pray thee from thy sovereign throne	A
And sanctuary sublime where heaven has hid thee	B
Give grace to know of those for whom we weep	R
That if they wake their life is sweet as sleep	R
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V	B
THE ORDER OF RELEASE	F
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Thou canst not give it Grace enough is ours	F
To know that pain for him has fallen on rest	P
The worst we know was his on earth the best	P
We fain would think a thought no fear deflowers	F
Is his released from bonds of rayless hours	F
Ah turn our hearts from longing bid our quest	P
Cease as content with failure This thy guest	P
Sleeps vexed no more of time's imperious powers	F
The spirit of hope the spirit of change and loss	F
The spirit of love bowed down beneath his cross	F
Nor now needs comfort from the strength of song	S
Love should he wake bears now no cross for him	T
Dead hope whose living eyes like his were dim	T
Has brought forth better comfort strength more strong	S
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VI	M
PSYCHAGOGOS	F
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As Greece of old acclaimed thee God and man	A
So Death our tongue acclaims thee yet wast thou	U
Hailed of old Rome as Romans hail thee now	U
Goddess and woman Since the sands first ran	A
That told when first man's life and death began	A
The shadows round thy blind ambiguous brow	U
Have mocked the votive plea the pleading vow	U
That sought thee sorrowing fain to bless or ban	A
But stronger than a father's love is thine	A
And gentler than a mother's Lord and God	P
Thy staff is surer than the wizard rod	P
That Hermes bare as priest before thy shrine	A
And herald of thy mercies We could give	M
Nought when we would have given thou bidst him live	M
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VII	M
THE LAST WORD	P
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So many a dream and hope that went and came	V
So many and sweet that love thought like to be	B
Of hours as bright and soft as those for me	B
That made our hearts for song's sweet love the same	V
Lie now struck dead that hope seems one with shame	V
O Death thy name is Love we know it and see	B
The witness yet for very love's sake we	B
Can hardly bear to mix with thine his name	V
Philip how hard it is to bid thee part	P
Thou knowest if aught thou knowest where now thou art	P
Of us that loved and love thee None may tell	W
What none but knows how hard it is to say	F
The word that seals up sorrow darkens day	F
And bids fare forth the soul it bids farewell	W

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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