Consolation Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?
       &nbsp And shall the sad discourse
Whispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal,
       &nbsp Only augment its force?

Thy daughter's mournful fate, into the tomb descending
       &nbsp By death's frequented ways,
Has it become to thee a labyrinth never ending,
       &nbsp Where thy lost reason strays?

I know the charms that made her youth a benediction:
       &nbsp Nor should I be content,
As a censorious friend, to solace thine affliction
       &nbsp By her disparagement.

But she was of the world, which fairest things exposes
       &nbsp To fates the most forlorn;
A rose, she too hath lived as long as live the roses,
       &nbsp The space of one brief morn.

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Death has his rigorous laws, unparalleled, unfeeling;
       &nbsp All prayers to him are vain;
Cruel, he stops his ears, and, deaf to our appealing,
       &nbsp He leaves us to complain.