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Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest read more
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Tears are words the heart can't express
Tears are words the heart can't express
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...
Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the read more
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.
Tears are the silent language of grief
Tears are the silent language of grief
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
