The flowers live by the tears that fall
From the sad face of the skies,
And life would have no joys at all
Were there no watery eyes.
Love thou sorrow; grief shall bring
Its own excuse in after years--
The rainbow! --see how fair a thing
God hath built up from tears.
---Sutton
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Be like the bird, who
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings
Knowing he hath wings.
--Victor Hugo
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Courage, brother! do not stumble,
Though thy path be dark as night;
There's a star to guide the humble;
Trust in God and do the Right.
--Macleod
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An Old Irish Blessing
May the road rise to meet you:
May the wind be always at your back,
The sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
---Author unknown
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The First Grief
"OH! call my sister back to me,
I cannot play alone;
The summer comes with flower and bee--
Where is my sister gone?
"The butterfly is glancing bright
Across the sunbeam's track;
I care not now to chase its flight--
Oh! call my sister back."
"The flowers run wild--the flowers we sowed
Around our garden tree;
Our vine is drooping with its load--
Oh! call her back to me."
---Felecia Hemans
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