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!

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Fountains of tears.
[Lat., Fons lacrymarum.]

Fountains of tears.
[Lat., Fons lacrymarum.]

Tears are words the heart can't express

Tears are words the heart can't express

We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!

We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!

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

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

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.