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"Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year."
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GriefBelieve me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and blee — Grief
"Believe me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and bleeding; no time for homilies when the lightnings shaft has smitten and the man lies stunned and stricken. Then let the comforter be silent; let him sustain by his presence, not by his preaching; by his sympathetic silence, not by his speech. "Afterward," when the storm is spent, he may venture to open his mouth; "afterward," when the morn has dawned, he may seek "to justify the ways of God to man;" for " afterward" the sufferer will be prepared to hear, and "afterward" the sufferer himself may be able to extract sweetness from bitterness, music from mourning, songs from sorrow, and "the peaceable fruit of righteousness" from the root of wretchedness and woe."
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Grief is the response to the loss of something deemed important, in particular the death of a person or animal to which a bond or affection was formed. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, grief also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, cultural, spiritual, political and philosophical dimensions. While the terms are often used interchangeably, bereavement refe
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"Some griefs show much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit."
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"My grief lies onward and my joy behind."
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"Over the river they beckon to me, Loved ones whove crossed to the farther side; The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost in the dashing tide."
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"Yes, we all live to God! Father, Thy chastening rod, So help us, Thine afflicted ones, to bear, That in the spirit land, Meeting at Thy right hand, Twill be our heaven to find that He is there!"
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"Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?"
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