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Sorrow by Aubrey De Vere (1814-1902)

Count each affliction, whether light or grave, 
God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou 
With courtesy receive him; rise and bow 
And ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave 
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave 
Then lay before him all thou hast : Allow 
No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, 
Or mar thy hospitality; no wave 
Of mortal tumult to obliterate 
The soul's marmoreal calmness: Grief should be, 
Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate; 
Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free; 
Strong to consume small troubles; to commend 
Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.