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THE JOY OF WEEPING.
A smile may brighten the tear-drop still,
That from Beauty's dear eye strays;
As sun-beams lighten the trickling rill,
That weeps through the forest maze.
Joy brightens all the tears of love
O'er virgin cheeks that steal!
When passion weeps, it is to prove
What words cannot reveal!
That from Beauty's dear eye strays;
As sun-beams lighten the trickling rill,
That weeps through the forest maze.
Joy brightens all the tears of love
O'er virgin cheeks that steal!
When passion weeps, it is to prove
What words cannot reveal!
Aurora weeps in tears of dew,
As day leads on the hours,
But sweetly smiles, the while, to view
Her tears refresh the flowers!
Thus, when our tears for others flow,
We smile through them, to see
Despair still robb'd of half its woe
By generous sympathy!
As day leads on the hours,
But sweetly smiles, the while, to view
Her tears refresh the flowers!
Thus, when our tears for others flow,
We smile through them, to see
Despair still robb'd of half its woe
By generous sympathy!
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