Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Do we indeed desire the deadAlfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)
From ‘In Memoriam’
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Should still be near us at our side?
Is there no baseness we would hide?
No inner vileness that we dread?
I had such reverence for his blame,
See with clear eye some hidden shame
And I be lessen’d in his love?
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
There must be wisdom with great Death:
The dead shall look me thro’ and thro’.
Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours
With larger other eyes than ours,
To make allowance for us all.