One and All

" GOD comfort all who mourn! " I said,
— And I was thinking but of one.
O, many another mourns his dead,
— For many a man his life is done!
— And I was thinking but of one.

I dare not say, " God comfort him! "
— 'Tis not for me such words to say.
Fast prisoned in my cloister dim,
— For Man and not for men I pray.
— But O, " God comfort all! " I say.
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