What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, but how do I erase the stain from read more

The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, but how do I erase the stain from my heart?

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord read more

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

Tears are words the heart can't express

Tears are words the heart can't express

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!

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
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We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
Hard the eyes no tears.

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

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