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THEY SAY I HAVE NO CAUSE FOR GRIEF.
They say I have no cause for grief,
'Tis weakness to express
The feelings which would find relief
If I would nurse them less:—
But Friendship takes a different tone,
And different feeling shows,
When it hath sorrows of its own
To suffer or disclose.
'Tis weakness to express
The feelings which would find relief
If I would nurse them less:—
But Friendship takes a different tone,
And different feeling shows,
When it hath sorrows of its own
To suffer or disclose.
The lightest pains on earth to bear,
The easiest yet to heal,
Are those which other tongues declare—
Which other hearts must feel:
'Tis wonderful how small appear
The griefs at distance shown;
They widen as they draw more near;
Grow great when they're our own.
The easiest yet to heal,
Are those which other tongues declare—
Which other hearts must feel:
'Tis wonderful how small appear
The griefs at distance shown;
They widen as they draw more near;
Grow great when they're our own.
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