On Bereavement
Grief most woeful, I could wail. I though over myself place a veil. Yet the Lord bids me, bare thyself. Then to others, do I dare tell at all? 'Tis much, much safer to construct a wall. But the Lord bids me, bare thyself. Friends must know, seeing me--rigid state. That I have put up an iron grate.... Sign in to see full entry.