STANZAS.
Reading edition
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BY R. PENN SMITH.
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The tears of morn that steep the rose
A zephyr soon may kiss away;
Sporting ’midst odor to unclose
The virgin bud to foliage gay.
But then at eve the fragrant flower,
Oppressed with dews, will droop—decay;
For zephyr hath no longer power
To kiss the dews of night away.
Our childhood’s tears like dew-drops flow;
A mother’s kiss soon dries the tear;
But tears the aged shed in wo,
Are only dried up on the bier.