Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 24

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XXIV ONE AND ALL
"God comfort all who mourn!" I said,
 And I was thinking but of one.
O, many another mourns his dead,
 For many a man his life is done!
 And I was thinking but of one.

I dare not say, "God comfort him!"
 'Tis not for me such words to say.
Fast prisoned in my cloister dim,
 For Man and not for men I pray.
 But O, "God comfort all!" I say.

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