No comfort, nay, no comfort. Yet would I br In Sorrow's cause with Sorrow intercede. br Burst not the great heart,-this is all I plead- br Ah sentence it to suffer, not to die. br 'Comfort?' If Jesus wept at Bethany, br -That doze and nap of Death-how may we bleed br Who watch the long sleep that is sleep indeed! br Pointing to Heaven I but remind you why br On earth you still must mourn. He who, being bold br For life-to-come, is false to the past sweet br Of Mortal life, hath killed the world above.