poems.
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A careless tone, a scornful laugh,
May fill the eye's deep cup;
And often words so harshly said
Will swell the bosom up.
May fill the eye's deep cup;
And often words so harshly said
Will swell the bosom up.
Many hearts are often broken,
Many words the lips do bring,
While the wide, wide world is happy,
And gay songs the birds do sing.
Many words the lips do bring,
While the wide, wide world is happy,
And gay songs the birds do sing.
Weary mortals, look up yonder;
Do not droop to earth so low;
Ye are "hand in hand with angels,"
Nearer than ye weak ones know.
Do not droop to earth so low;
Ye are "hand in hand with angels,"
Nearer than ye weak ones know.
