Here you will find the Poem Counsel In Sorrow. of poet Robert Crawford
How poor is comfort when the loss is great, And vain all counsel to assuage a tear! A light affliction it may medicine; But when deep Nature groans all words are air, And, like the aboriginal instrument, Return on the comforter. 'Tis but a wind That in the desert sows the germless sand, Which by the whirlwind reaped is but sand still.
