What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are the silent language of grief

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
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What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine,
Already polish'd by the hand divine!

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life read more

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved read more

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.