ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY
And the tears shall flow faster and faster,
Brim over and baffle resistance,
And roll down blear'd roads to each distance Of past desolation and years ;
TiH they cover the place of each sorrow,
And leave you no past and no morrow : For what man is able to master And stem the great Fountain of Tears?
But the floods and the tears meet ana gather ;
The sound of them all grows like thunder :
O into what bosom, I wonder, Is pour'd the whole sorrow of years ?
For Eternity only seems keeping
Account of the great human weeping : May God, then, the Maker and Father May He find a place for the tears !
��JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY A White Rose
HPHE red rose whispers of passion,
- And the white rose breathes of love ;
O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips ; For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
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