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Tears are often liveries stolen

From the equipage of grief;

Nor in Anger’s red eyes swollen

Do they e’er disguise the thief.

Tears are often pettish, Darling,

Like the foamy fretting run;

Like the foam they sparkle, Darling,

At the kisses of the sun.

Tears, true tears, are sad and lonely

Like the ocean’s music bars;

Like the music, vanish only

With the cycles of the stars.

Tears are often pent-up gladness,

Like the clouds that hold the bow;

Like the clouds they use their sadness

That their joys may better show.

Tears may often be imploring

Like the waves that kiss the skies;

Like the waves, for’er adoring,

They reflect their loved one’s eyes.

Tears? They are but kin to laughter,

Wedded as the night and day;

Like the day and night, each after

Each prepares the other’s way.