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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
A Fragment
By Marguerite de Navarre (1492–1549)
 
GRIEF has given me such a wound
By an unbearable sorrow,
That almost my body dies
From the pain it feels in secret.
My spirit is in torment,        5
But it leans
On Him who gives the pain;
Who, causing the pain, comforts it.
My heart, which lived on love alone,
Is by sorrow wasted.        10
It resisted not since the fatal day
That it felt the stroke of death;
For of its life
From it was ravished,
The more than half        15
Joined to it in perfect friendship….
Lord, who knowest me,
I have no voice to cry to Thee,
Nor can find words
Worthy to pray Thee with.        20
Thyself, O Lord,
May it please Thee Thyself to say
To Thyself what I would say.
Speak Thou, pray Thou,
And answer Thou for me.        25
 
 
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