THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not <br />More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- <br />That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell <br />Since Adam forfeited the primal lot. <br />Tears ! what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot, <br />The mother singing, at her marriage-bell <br />The bride weeps, and before the oracle <br />Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot <br />Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace, <br />Ye who weep only ! If, as some have done, <br />Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place <br /> <br />And touch but tombs,--look up I those tears will run <br />Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, <br />And leave the vision clear for stars and sun<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-2/
