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 A Last Counsel by George William Russell 
						COULD you not in silence borrowStrength to go from us ungrieving?
 All these hours of loving sorrow
 Only make more bitter leaving.
 
 
 You will go forth lonely, thinking
 Of the pain you leave behind you;
 From the golden sunlight shrinking
 For the earthly tears will blind you.
 
 
 Better, ah, if now we parted
 For the little while remaining;
 You would seek when broken-hearted
 For the mighty heart’s sustaining.
 
 
 You would go then gladly turning
 From our place of wounds and weeping,
 With your soul for comfort burning
 To the mother-bosom creeping.
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