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

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

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

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

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

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.