[Written for the Sentinel.]


THE river of tears is a phantom stream,
That is fed by the springs of woe:
It flows through the valley of broken hearts,
Where the weeds of sorrow grow.

Its waters are bitter with human cares,
Bright hopes by its waves are tossed;
But it onward flows to the sea of Love,
Where the river of tears is lost.

Then the sun of Truth, with its rays of joy,
Bursts through the clouded sky,
And shineth down on the springs of woe,
Till the river of tears is dry.

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October 17, 1908

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