Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
A Wedding SonnetJames Berry Bensel (18561886)
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No after grief be yours! The rose may blow
In beauty, but the thorn as well must grow;
And though a brilliant sun brings in the day,
Lo, a small cloud,—a hair-breadth’s size, we ’ll say—
May spread until it hides the splendid glow.
Then let me pray these for you as you go:
Sweet Patience, calm Content, and all the way
You travel, white robed Peace: then at your side,
When Grief shall come she will come silently
And powerless to harm. Ay: you will take
Her hand submissively, and bid her bide
At will within your walls. So you may be
Happy and glad with Grief for Love’s dear sake.