| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXXV. Consolation O Life, O Death, O World, O Time | | By Richard Chenevix Trench (18071886) |
| | | O LIFE, O death, O world, O time, | |
| O grave, where all things flow, | |
| Tis yours to make our lot sublime | |
| With your great weight of woe. | |
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| Though sharpest anguish hearts may wring, | 5 |
| Though bosoms torn may be, | |
| Yet suffering is a holy thing; | |
| Without it what were we? | | | | |
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