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From the April 1883 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Step not within the shrine where sitteth sacred grief,
With cheek as pale
As his, who but an hour ago, like autumn leaf
Before the gale,
Outpoured his momentary thrill of life, so brief!
For what avail
Thy feet upon her holy floors?—Sure, no relief
To mourner's wail!

Mar not the beauty of the spirit's final flight
From earth below,
By dwelling on the last sad Incidents, ere light
Quite lost its glow!
Not with officious word deplore the deathly night
And deathly blow,
That fall so often 'cross our way, with fearful might,
Where flowers grow!

Where grief is silent, sympathy consisteth not
In human word,
Or heart o'erflowing fast with many a trite old thought,—
Mere surface stirred!
Believe me, thou who wouldst around the lonely spot
Such mantle gird,
That even pity's voice, with kindliest feelings fraught,
Hath often erred!

Where grief is silent, we may know full well that then
She's soared away,
To follow as she, thus earth-trammelled, can
The soul astray!
And needeth not upon her flight the voice of men,
Or earthly lay!
Then, Pitying Love, until she cometh back again,
Thy hand, oh stay!

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