Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
O Life, O Death, O World, O TimeRichard Chenevix Trench (18071886)
O
O grave, where all things flow,
’Tis yours to make our lot sublime
With your great weight of woe.
Though bosoms torn may be,
Yet suffering is a holy thing;
Without it what were we?