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Grief

    I tELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;

    t only men incredulous of despair,

    aug air

    Beat upo Gods throne in loud access

    Of sness,

    In souls as countries, liet-bare

    Under tical eye-glare

    Of te ed man, express

    Grief for to death--

    Most like a monumental statue set

    In everlasting ch and moveless woe

    till itself crumble to t beneath.

    touc; t :

    If it could  could arise and go.
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