 | "Until the Day Break," |  |
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HUMAN TEARS.
All have once wept; the eye was made for tears,
As the low cloud for rain; yes, all have wept,
Or yet shall weep ere life's remorseless years
Have o'er us with their storms and shadows swept.
As the low cloud for rain; yes, all have wept,
Or yet shall weep ere life's remorseless years
Have o'er us with their storms and shadows swept.
All have once wept; dry age and greenest prime,
The strong and weak, the foolish and the wise.
O ever-falling mists of shadowy time!
O endless tears, that drop from human eyes!
The strong and weak, the foolish and the wise.
O ever-falling mists of shadowy time!
O endless tears, that drop from human eyes!
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Some openly, as not ashamed to weep;
Some secretly, upon the lonesome bed,
When grief has battled with and conquered sleep,
And memories rise, like spectres from the dead.
Some secretly, upon the lonesome bed,
When grief has battled with and conquered sleep,
And memories rise, like spectres from the dead.
Some from a mighty grief that cries aloud,
And tells its tale with wailing unsubdued;
Some from a hidden wound, which unavowed
Aches secretly in lonely solitude.
And tells its tale with wailing unsubdued;
Some from a hidden wound, which unavowed
Aches secretly in lonely solitude.
| "Until the Day Break," | |