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Monday, August 21, 2017

drawn out by tears


In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin.... When we live in a bright beaming world of our own, and the light that surrounds us is all from within;
O... believe me, in that happy time we can love, as in hours of less transport we may, of our smiles, of our hopes.. But affection is truest when these fade away.
When we see the first glory of youth pass us by, like a leaf on the stream that will never return, when our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high, then.... , then in the time when affection holds sway, with a depth and a tenderness joy never knew love like that way, and among pleasures, is faith as they, for the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers, the cloud and the mist of our own mind of showers
That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.... So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth,
That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears when the soul of its sweetness is drawn ... Drawn out by tears.