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    By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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    Comfort by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
    From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low
    Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
    Who art not missed by any that entreat.
    Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet !
    And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
    Let my tears drop like amber while I go
    In reach of thy divinest voice complete
    In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
    To lose the sense of losing. As a child,
    Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore
    Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth
    Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
    He sleeps the faster that he wept before.