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Tears are the silent language of grief
Tears are the silent language of grief
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
No command of art,
No toil, can help you hear;
Earth's minstrelsy falls clear
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No command of art,
No toil, can help you hear;
Earth's minstrelsy falls clear
But on the listening heart.
Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it.
Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it.
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
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No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
