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But "God was still behind the skies,"
As stricken Agatha once had said,
And He anoints the aiming spear
Of grief, and blesses the bowing head.

— Ellen Russell Emerson Poems (1865)

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The loveless are the unblest,
Frosts transfix their grief,
Like a wreck on a reef.

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Here and there a cloud is floating,
White and fair as a nun in prayer.

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While the butter-cups toss golden heads,
Consequential bees alight,
Upon the downy saffron beds
Of the dandelion,
Fit for kings to lie on;
There, a lazy butterfly,
Like a thing adrift from Eden,
While saucy insects flutter by
In a busy throng,
Slowly sails along.

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