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Loss molds our lives in many ways, / And fills our souls with guesses; / Upon our hearts sad hands it lays / Like some grave priest that blesses.
Far better than the love we win, / That earthly passions leaven, / Is love we lose, that knows no sin, / That points the path to Heaven.
Love, whose soft shadow brightens Earth, / Through whom our dreams are nearest; / And loss, through whom we see the worth / Of all that we held dearest.
Not joy it is, but misery / That chastens us, and sorrow; -- / Perhaps to make us all that we / Expect beyond To-morrow.
Within that life where time and fate / Are not; that knows no seeming: / That world to which death keeps the gate / Where love and loss sit dreaming.