On me, on me
Time and change can heap no more!
The painful past with blighting grief
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On me, on me
Time and change can heap no more!
The painful past with blighting grief
Hath left my heart a withered leaf.
Time and change can do no more.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
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Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
That is light grieving!

Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are the silent language of grief

The only cure for grief is action.

The only cure for grief is action.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief -But the pain of griefIs only a read more

The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief -But the pain of griefIs only a shadowWhen compared with the painOf never risking love.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
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Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has
received.
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