Why, mourner, do you mourn, nor see
The heavenly Earth's felicity?
I mourn for him, my Dearest, lost,
Who lived a frail life at my cost.
A grief like yours how many have known!
Were that a balm to ease my own!
Or rather might I not accuse
The Hand that does not even choose,
But, taking blindly, took my best,
And as indifferently takes the rest ...
Like mine? Is there denied to me
Even Sorrow's singularity?
Wisdom And A Mother
John Frederick Freeman
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Poem topics: grief, life, lost, sorrow, earth, choose, I love you, I miss you, mourn, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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