POETRY
... ?? THE TEAR. When infant innocence is grieved, And hath not power to say In words, the import of its wrong, What giveth utterance way? When tides of unexpected joy, Like mountain billows come, What tells the rapture of the heart, Though speech itself be dumb? When pent within its secret cell The agony of grief, Upheaving, threats exhausted life, What lends the soul relief? When Folly in ...