 | Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton |  |
SORROW.
The flowers live by the tears that fall
From the sad face of the skies,
And life would have no joys at all
Were there no watery eyes.
From the sad face of the skies,
And life would have no joys at all
Were there no watery eyes.
Love thou thy sorrow: grief shall bring
Its own excuse in after years:—
The rainbow!—see how fair a thing
God hath built up from tears.
Its own excuse in after years:—
The rainbow!—see how fair a thing
God hath built up from tears.
| Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton | |