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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXVI. Melancholy
In Memoriam
By Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton (1809–1885)
’TIS right for her to sleep between
  Some of those old Cathedral-walls,
And right too that her grave is green
  With all the dew and rain that falls.
’Tis well the organ’s solemn sighs        5
  Should soar and sink around her rest,
And almost in her ear should rise
  The prayers of those she loved the best.
’Tis also well this air is stirred
  By Nature’s voices loud and low,        10
By thunder and the chirping bird,
  And grasses whispering as they grow.
For all her spirit’s earthly course
  Was as a lesson and a sign
How to o’errule the hard divorce        15
  That parts things natural and divine.
Undaunted by the clouds of fear,
  Undazzled by a happy day,
She made a Heaven about her here,
  And took, how much! with her away.        20

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