There is Confusion by Jessie Redmon Fauset

There is confusion worse than death, / Trouble on trouble; pain on pain -- / - Tennyson

Joanna's first consciousness of the close understanding which existed between herself and her father dated back to a time when she was very young. Her mother, her brothers and her sister had gone to church, and Joanna, suffering from some slight childish complaint, had been left home. She had climbed upon her father's knee demanding a story.