|Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.|
|XXIV. Bitter Sorrow|
From A Funeral Song
|By Nicholas Grimald (15191562)|
|YEA, and a good cause, why thus should I plain!|
|For what is he can quietly sustain|
|So great a grief, with mouth as still as stone?|
|My love! my life! of joy my jewel is gone!