“How Great My Grief”
How great my grief, my joys how few,Since first it was my fate to know thee!—Have the slow years not brought to viewHow great my grief, my joys how few,Nor memory shaped old times anew,Nor loving-kindness helped to show theeHow great my grief, my joys how few,Since first it was my fate to know thee?
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