Tears

When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep,
Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.

Tears

My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread.

Tears

Oh! would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now
And have a good cry!

Tears

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.

Tears

Without the meed of some melodious tear.

Tears

Behold who ever wept, and in his tears
Was happier far than others in their smiles.

Tears

The silver key of the fountain of tears.

Tears

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears,
Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some divine despair.

Tears

The tears of the young who go their way, last a day;
But the grief is long of the old who stay.

Tears