Classic Poem

TO THE MARQUIS OF DONEGAL.

Easy it is to say, Be thou resigned,
O father, to the mightier Father's will,
To bear the blow that at one stroke doth kill
Thy Son, thy Friend, thy Brother, all combined
In one dear centre: Easy to the blind
It is to bear from the quick-shaded rill
The absent sun that sets behind the hill,—
That sun which late its morning beams entwined
With those warm waves that now must darkened roll
To the great deep: But yet take this to heart,
The sun that leaves thee dark, from pole to pole,
Flashes its light and heat: If sad thou art,
The world is gladder by one glorious soul
By Death and Love made consecrate to Art.