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254 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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And the tears shall flow faster and faster,
Brim over, and baffle resistance,
And roll down bleared roads to each distance Of past desolation and years ;
Till they cover the place of each sorrow,
And leave you no Past and no morrow: For what man is able to master And stem the great Fountain of tears ?
But the flood of the tears meet and gather;
The sound of them all grows like thunder :
—O into what bosom, I wonder, Is poured the whole sorrow of years ?
For Eternity only seems keeping
Account of the great human weeping : May God then, the Maker and Father —
May He find a place for the tears ! |
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