A smile that glow'dCelestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Yet from those flamesNo light, but rather darkness visible.
Freely we serveBecause we freely love, as in our willTo love or not; in this we stand or fall.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
So he with difficulty and labor hardMov'd on, with difficulty and labor he.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good.
A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,And bitter poison within thy tear.
Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
I feel in every smile a chain.
For smiles from reason flowTo brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
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