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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

‘Is the Grave deep, Dear?’

Richard Realf (1832–1878)

IS the grave deep, dear? Deeper still is Love.

They cannot hide thee from thy Father’s heart.

Thou liest below, and I stand here above,

Yet we are not apart….

Mine eyes ache for thee; God’s heaven is so high

We cannot see its singers; when thou dost

With thy lark’s voice make palpitant all the sky,

I moan and pain the most.