One and All

"God comfort all who mourn!" I said,
And I was thinking but of one.
O, many another mourns his dead,
For many a man his life is done!
And I was thinking but of one.

I dare not say, "God comfort him!"
'Tis not for me such words to say.
Fast prisoned in my cloister dim,
For Man and not for men I pray.
But O, "God comfort all!" I say.