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SORROW.
Slight comes the pang, slight passes by,
That melts itself in tears;
The stricken spirit that can sigh,
No mortal arrow bears.
When Fate has snapped the heart's true ties,
It scorns the help of tears and sighs.
That melts itself in tears;
The stricken spirit that can sigh,
No mortal arrow bears.
When Fate has snapped the heart's true ties,
It scorns the help of tears and sighs.
Or, if it still its pillow steeps,
It tries the world to wile;
For night, its sacred sorrow keeps,
For day, resumes the smile.
Till comes the hour—to meet above,
And thus it is, with buried Love!
It tries the world to wile;
For night, its sacred sorrow keeps,
For day, resumes the smile.
Till comes the hour—to meet above,
And thus it is, with buried Love!
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