Fair is the world that smiles upon us now; Blue are the skies of June, balmy the air That soothes with touches soft the weary brow; And perfect days glide into perfect nights,-- Moonlit and calm; but still our grateful hearts Are sad, and faint with fear,--for thou art gone!
In this passage, Grimké contrasts the beauty of the world with the sorrow of loss, capturing the complexity of grief.
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