Let tears flow of their own accord: their flowing is not inconsistent with inward peace and harmony.

Let tears flow of their own accord: their flowing is not inconsistent with inward peace and harmony.

No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
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No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
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There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay,
And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel,
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Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay,
And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel,
I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!

We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!

We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!