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.

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life read more

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

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!

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.

Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

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

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

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

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

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