Sorrow Aubrey Thomas De Vere (b. 1814)
COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave,God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thouWith courtesy receive him; rise and bow;And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, cravePermission first his heavenly feet to lave; 5Then lay before him all thou hast. AllowNo cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,Or mar thy hospitality; no waveOf mortal tumult to obliterateThe soul’s marmoreal calmness. Grief should be 10Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate,Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;Strong to consume small troubles; to commendGreat thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.