London Stone

1 
When you come to London Town,
   (Grieving—grieving!)
 Bring your flowers and lay them down
  At the place of grieving. 
2 
When you come to London Town,
   (Grieving—grieving!)
 Bow your head and mourn your own,
   With the others grieving. 
3 
For those minutes, let it wake
   (Grieving—grieving!)
 All the empty-heart and ache
    That is not cured by grieving. 
4 
For those minutes, tell no lie:
  (Grieving—grieving!)
“Grave, this is thy victory;
  And the sting of death is grieving.” 
5 
Where’s our help, from Earth or Heaven.
  (Grieving—grieving!)
 To comfort us for what we’ve given,
  And only gained the grieving? 
6 
Heaven’s too far and Earth too near,
  (Grieving—grieving!)
 But our neighbour’s standing here,
   Grieving as we’re grieving. 
7 
What’s his burden every day?
   (Grieving—grieving!)
 Nothing man can count or weigh,
  But loss and love’s own grieving. 
8 
What is the tie betwixt us two
   (Grieving—grieving!)
 That must last our whole lives through?
“As I suffer, so do you.”
  That may ease the grieving.

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