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The Moral is that gardeners pine,
Whene'er no pods adorn the vine.
Of all sad words experience read more
The Moral is that gardeners pine,
Whene'er no pods adorn the vine.
Of all sad words experience gleans,
The saddest are: "It might have beans."
(The did not make this up myself:
'Twas in a book upon my shelf.
It's witty, but I don't deny
It's rather Whittier than I.)
Words of love, are works of love.
Words of love, are works of love.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in
due season, how good read more
A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in
due season, how good is it!
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Feelings are much like waves, we can’t stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf.
Feelings are much like waves, we can’t stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf.
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear--
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can read more
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear--
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can wield,
To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
