Born of Tears

Born of Tears written by William Henry Davies

From "Ambition", 1929

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A thing that's rich in tears is sweet -
No sounds in all the world are sweeter.
A robin redbreast in the fall,
The nightingale in June;
The bleating of young lambs in March,
And the violin in tune:
These are the sounds that haunt my ears,
And all of them are born of tears.
A thing that's rich in tears is fair -
No sights in all the world are fairer.
How lovely is a summer's eve
That's full of heavenly light;
When tears of joy, called shooting stars,
Run down the face of night.
While every rainbow that appears
Could say - 'My mother's name is Tears.'

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