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Poem by Alice Dunbar-Nelson


A Pliant


DEAR God, 'tis hard, so awful hard to lose
The one we love, and see him go afar,
With scarce one thought of aching hearts behind,
Nor wistful eyes, nor outstretched yearning hands.
Chide not, dear God, if surging thoughts arise.
And bitter questionings of love and fate,
But rather give my weary heart thy rest,
And turn the sad, dark memories into sweet.
Dear God, I fain my loved one were anear,
But since thou will'st that happy thence he'll be,
I send him forth, and back I'll choke the grief
Rebellious rises in my lonely heart.
I pray thee, God, my loved one joy to bring;
I dare not hope that joy will be with me,
But ah, dear God, one boon I crave of thee,
That he shall ne'er forget his hours with me. 



Alice Dunbar-Nelson


Alice Dunbar-Nelson's other poems:
  1. Impressions
  2. Amid the Roses
  3. Paul to Virginia
  4. Chalmetle
  5. Three Thoughts


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