Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
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And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone my bier ye come to weep,
Let One, most loving of you all,
Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall;
He giveth His beloved sleep."

What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
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What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine,
Already polish'd by the hand divine!

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

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.

Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...

Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

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.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.