Classic Poem

Dear lady of the loyal grief,
The tender heart, the generous mind,
Whose tearful nights may find relief
But ne'er forgetfulness may find:

Who were not proud to be so mourned
Where Love so soon is lost in mirth!
Love by thy sorrow is adorned
With an immortal wreath on earth.

But is not Joy the larger part
Of Love, and shall it be withstood?
Let it but flood thy faithful heart
And Grief shall lead to greater good.