Comfort
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.
From out the halleluja九*九*藏*書hs, sweet and low
In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
Is sung to in its stead by mother九_九_藏_書s mouth
Comfort
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Speak to mo as to Mary at read.99csw.comthy feet !
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore
And if no p九_九_藏_書recious gums my hands bestow,
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
Letread.99csw•com my tears drop like amber while I go
To lose the sense of losing. As a child,
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,