Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 24

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XXIV ONE AND ALL
"God comfort all who mourn!" I said, And I was thinking but of one.O, many another mourns his dead, For many a man his life is done! And I was thinking but of one.
I dare not say, "God comfort him!" 'Tis not for me such words to say.Fast prisoned in my cloister dim, For Man and not for men I pray. But O, "God comfort all!" I say.

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