There Is A Tear For All Who

Self-love For Ever Creeps Out, Like A Snake, To Sting Anything Which Happens To Stumble Upon It.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His Soul, And Thus Men O'er Him Wept.

It Is Not One Man Nor A Million, But The Spirit Of Liberty That Must Be Preserved. The Waves Which Dash Upon The Shore Are, One By One, Broken, But The Ocean Conquers Nevertheless. It Overwhelms The Armada, It Wears Out The Rock. In Like Manner, Whatever The Struggle Of Individuals, The Great Cause Will Gather Strength.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.