Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Sorrow by Aubrey de Vere

Count each affliction, whether light or grave,


God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thou


With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;


And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave


Permission first his heavenly feet to lave;


Then lay before him all thou hast; allow


No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,


Or mar thy hospitality; no wave


Of mortal tumult to obliterate


The soul’s marmoreal calmness: Grief should be,


Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;


Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;


Strong to consume small troubles; to commend


Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.


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