<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Living Lost, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Matron! the children of whose love,<br>Each to his grave, in youth have passed,<br>And now the mould is heaped above<br>The dearest and the last!<br>Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil<br>Before the wedding flowers are pale!<br>Ye deem the human heart endures<br>No deeper, bitterer grief than yours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet there are pangs of keener wo,<br>Of which the sufferers never speak,<br>Nor to the world's cold pity show<br>The tears that scald the cheek,<br>Wrung from their eyelids by the shame<br>And guilt of those they shrink to name,<br>Whom once they loved, with cheerful will,<br>And love, though fallen and branded, still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep, ye who sorrow for the dead,<br>Thus breaking hearts their pain relieve;<br>And graceful are the tears ye shed,<br>And honoured ye who grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The praise of those who sleep in earth,<br>The pleasant memory of their worth,<br>The hope to meet when life is past,<br>Shall heal the tortured mind at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ye, who for the living lost<br>That agony in secret bear,<br>Who shall with soothing words accost<br>The strength of your despair?<br>Grief for your sake is scorn for them<br>Whom ye lament and all condemn;<br>And o'er the world of spirits lies<br>A gloom from which ye turn your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538016" data-title="Living Lost, The de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped above The dearest and the last! Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil Before the wedding flowers are pale! Ye deem the human heart endures No ..."></div> </div> </div>

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