Poem by Anne Brontë

The Penitent

I mourn with thee and yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With Angel choirs I join my voice
To bless the sinner's woe.
Though friends and kindred turn away
And laugh thy grief to scorn,
I hear the great Redeemer say
'Blessed are ye that mourn'.

Hold on thy course nor deem it strange
That earthly cords are riven.
Man may lament the wondrous change
But 'There is joy in Heaven'! 

1. Severed And Gone
2. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc
3. The Arbour
4. Weep Not Too Much
5. Fluctuations

Edna Millay The Penitent ("I had a little Sorrow")

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