Aubrey De Vere - Sorrow lyrics

Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou With courtesy receive him; rise and bow And ere his shadow pa** thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave Then lay before him all thou hast : Allow No cloud of pa**ion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality; no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness: Grief should be, Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate; Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free; Strong to consume small troubles; to commend Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.