Sonnet: Grief Dies

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Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheek
Will disappear like dew. Dear god! I know
Thy kindly Providence hath made it so,
And thank thee for the law. I am too weak
To make a friend of sorrow, or to wear,
With that dark angel ever by my side
(Though to thy heaven there be no better guide),
A front of manly calm. Yet, for I hear
How woe hath cleansed, how grief can deify,
So weak a thing it seems that grief should die,
And love and friendship with it, I could pray,
That if it might not gloom upon my brow,
Nor weigh upon my arm as it doth now,
No grief of mine should ever pass away.
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