STRANGE that so small mortality should leave So large an emptiness! for as we grieve Your little life of seven happy years Ended for us, one who could understand Each subtle word, and answer hand with hand Had hardly taken greater toll of tears. YET why should we not mourn as for a friend? That name was yours; if every man would spend His life as well, earth were not hard to save. Grant that God made your heart and brain but small. What more has an archangel than his all? And all God gave to you, to us you gave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY VETERAN SIRENS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES INTERLUDE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |