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<strong>Tears</strong>T<dfn></dfn>HANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
Mrief than ye weep for. That is we<s>?</s>ll--
That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell
Since Adam forfeited the primal lot.
Tears ! what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot,
The mother singing, at her marriage-bell
The bride weeps, and before the oracle
Of high-faned hills the poet has fot
Such moisture on his cheeks.<bdo>藏书网</bdo> Thank God frace,
Ye who ></samp>eep only ! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place
And touch but tombs,--look up I those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
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