Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- from By the Fireside, Resignation- the last two stanzas of a beautiful poem he wrote after the death of his young daughter.
And though at times impetuous with emotion 45 And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest,— We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; 50 By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Emily DickinsonTo fight aloud, is very brave -But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Calvary of Wo -
Who win, and nations do not see -Who fall - and none observe -Whose dying eyes, no CountryRegards with patriot love -
We trust, in plumed processionFor such, the Angels go -Rank after Rank, with even feet -And Uniforms of snow.