A Sonnet.
We gentler grow by sorrow; not the breast That never crouches in the nights of tears, That never bends beneath the loads of years, Has sympathies that are the kindliest. There is a strength in agony that best Can link the careless heart with human fears, And teach it that fond kindness which endears The millions that with sadness are oppressed. Grief softens while it saddens; pleasure smites The timid soul with harshness, till it knows Small earnest of the great world's grievous woes And little of its struggles; sorrow plights Her troth with sorrow, and in tears unites Man unto man and hatred overthrows.
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"We gentler grow by sorrow; not the breast..."
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