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He had shed the glory of Love and Fame In a golden halo about her; She had shared his triumphs and worn his name: But, alas! he had died without her. HE HAD SHED THE GLORY OF LOVE AND FAME IN A GOLDEN HALO ABOUT HER SHE HAD SHARED HIS TRIUMPHS AND WORN HIS NAME BUT ALAS HE HAD DIED WITHOUT HER
own to rest, And may God assuage the anguish of one suffering woman’s breast. GRIEF As the funeral train with its honoured dead On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its head And the whole world joined in weeping, I thought, as I looked on the solemn sight, Of the one fond heart despairing, And I said to myself, as in truth I might, “How sad must be this _sharing_.” To share the living with even Fame, For a heart that is only human, Is hard, when Glory asserts her claim Like a bold, insistent woman; Yet a great, grand passion can put aside Or stay each selfish emotion, And watch, with a pleasure that springs from pride, Its rival—the world’s devotion. But Death should render to love its own, And my heart bowed down and sorrowed For the stricken woman who wept alone While even her _dead_ was borrowed; Borrowed from her, the bride—the wife— For the world’s last martial honour, As she sat in the gloom of her darkened life, With her widow’s grief fresh upon her.  GRIEF BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX READ FOR LIVERVOX THOUGHTWORK BY WAKEMIN T KAY IN SPOSYLVANIA VIRGINIA AS THE FUNERAL TRAIN WITH ITS HONOUR DEAD ON ITS MOURNFUL WAY WENT SWEEPING WHILE A SORROWFUL NATION BOWED ITS HEAD AND THE WHOLE WORLD JOINED IN WEEPING I THOUGHT AS I LOOKED ON THE SOLEMN SIGHT OF THE ONE FOND HEART DESPAIRING AND I SAID TO MYSELF AS IN TRUTH I MIGHT HOW SAD MUST BE THIS SHARING TO SHARE THE LIVING WITH EVEN FAME FOR A HEART THAT IS ONLY HUMAN IS HARD WHEN GLORY ASSERTS HER CLAIM LIKE A BOLD INSISTENT WOMAN YET A GREAT GRAND PASSION CAN PUT ASIDE OR STAY EACH SELFISH EMOTION AND WATCH WITH A PLEASURE THAT SPRINGS FROM PRIDE ITS RIVAL THE WORLD'S DEVOTION BUT DEATH SHOULD RENDER TO LOVE ITS OWN AND MY HEART BOWED DOWN AND SORROWED FOR THE STRICKEN WOMAN WHO WEPT ALONE WHILE EVEN HER DEAD WAS BORROWED BORROWED FROM HER THE BRIDE THE WIFE FOR THE WORLD'S LAST MARTIAL HONOR AS SHE SAT IN THE GLOOM OF HER DARKENED LIFE WITH HER WIDOW'S GRIEF FRESH UPON HER
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