Parerga/Tears

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TEARS.

TRANSLATED FROM THE NORWEGIAN.

My heart is like a wintry sky,Its sorrows hang like clouds on high;In gloomy throngs they sweep and roll,And close around the darken'd soul.Then weep, weep on! there's bliss in tears;A world in every drop appears,A mingled world of bliss and painIn every drop of sorrow's rain.
The eye will weep itself to rest,The stream of tears will ease the breast.Each chilling doubt, each weary woeWill melt beneath their healing flow.And He who views with guardian careThe smallest insect of the airWill ne'er o'erlook the hope, the fear,The world of feeling in a tear.
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