NO selfish grief, no clamourings at our loss,
Shall break the sacred stillness of the dim
Dawn of eternity; we leave thee here,
Far form the winds and waves that round us toss,
Where every pain is soothed and every fear,
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In the safe keeping of the arms of Him
That saw His Mother weep beside the cross.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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