The Gate of Tears
(to c. a. s.)
Far upon the farther side
Of the Gate of Tears
Lies a country calm and wide;
There is peace at eventide
Far upon the farther side
Of the Gate of Tears.
Never gale or tempest blows
Thro' the Gate of Tears;
That autumnal valley knows
Neither nightingale nor rose;
All the hills are crowned with snows
Where the snowdrop peers.
There a broken heart may rest,
Free from hopes or fears,
Undesiring, undistress'd;
While the sunset in the west
Gilds the worst and greys the best.
Through the Gate of Tears.
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