Punishment

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Punishment

Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,

Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;

Say, “God is angry, and I earned it well⁠—

I would not have him smile on wickedness:”

Say this, and straightway all thy grief grows less:⁠—

“God rules at least, I find as prophets tell,

And proves it in this prison!”⁠—then thy cell

Smiles with an unsuspected loveliness.

—“A prison⁠—and yet from door and window-bar

I catch a thousand breaths of his sweet air!

Even to me his days and nights are fair!

He shows me many a flower and many a star!

And though I mourn and he is very far,

He does not kill the hope that reaches there!”