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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam Puellulæ Dulcissimæ. - D. P. W.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! what is left for love to prize?<br> A little dress or trinket toy<br>Which once could make the innocent eyes<br> Brighten with glimpses of the joy<br>The woman feels in being fair —<br> A chair left sadly in its place —<br>A little tress of chestnut hair —<br> A little likeness of her face,<br>Ah! vacant of the living light<br> Which magic sunbeam never gave —<br>And, on our city's northern height,<br> Across a thousand streets — a grave.<br>No more, no more. O fruitless pain<br> Of birth and nurture, wasted years<br>Of care, and watches watched in vain!<br> O idle hopes! O idle fears!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Tis well to tell us she is blest,<br> That never sin or grief shall break<br>The quiet of her perfect rest.<br> O God, but is it well to make<br>These desolate homes, that round thy throne<br> Haply may stand in denser throng<br>The children-angels? Must the tone<br> Of these pure voices swell the song<br>That hymns thee Lord of all, and leave<br> These dreadful gaps of silence here?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Lord, forgive us if we grieve<br> Too wildly, if the starting tear<br>Confuse our vision; make us see<br> What steadfast, changeless purpose runs<br>Through all thy ways, to bring to thee,<br> Or soon or late, thy wandering sons.<br>Content if slow they come, for sake<br> Of those they love, and loath to part<br>From what thou givest, thou dost take<br> The treasure lest thou lose the heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alfred+John+Church">Alfred John Church</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Alfred+John+Church&d=Littell%27s+Living+Age%2C+Volume+173%2C+Issue+2240">Littell's Living Age, Volume 173, Issue 2240</a></em></div>