Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun read more
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
