Well, well may grief suffuse your eyes,— Well, well may grief suffuse your eyes,— Yet let no murm'ring thought arise, Yet let no murm'ring thought arise, To stain with guilt affection's tear, To stain with guilt affection's tear, Which falls upon the loved one's bier. Which falls upon the loved one's bier. Tears are the antidote of grief,— Tears are the antidote of grief,— Kind nature sends them for relief. Kind nature sends them for relief. While death a prisoner Lazarus kept, While death a prisoner Lazarus kept,
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