IN face of a great sorrow like to death br How do we wrestle night and day with tears; br How do we fast and pray; how small appears br The outside world, while, hanging on some breath br Of fragile hope, the chamber where we lie br Includes all space.--But if sudden at last br The blow falls; or by incredulity br Fond led, we--never having one thought cast br Towards years where 'the child' was not--see it die, br And with it all our future, all our past,-- br We just look round us with a dull surprise: br For lesser pangs we had filled earth with cries br Of wild and angry grief that would be heard:-- br But when the heart is broken--not a word.