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Compensation (from Epochs)
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‘T is not alone that black and yawning void
That makes her heart ache with this hungry pain,
But the glad sense of life hath been destroyed,
The lost delight may never come again.
Yet myriad serious blessings with grave grace
Arise on every side to fill their place.

For much abides in her so lonely life,–
The dear companionship of her own kind,
Love where least looked for, quiet after strife,
Whispers of promise upon every wind,
A quickened insight, in awakened eyes,
For the new meaning of the earth and skies.

The nameless charm about all things hath died,
Subtle as aureole round a shadow’s head,
Cast on the dewy grass at morning-tide;
Yet though the glory and the joy be fled,
‘T is much her own endurance to have weighed,
And wrestled with God’s angels, unafraid.