Tears are often pent-up gladness,
Like the clouds that hold the bow;
Like the clouds they use their sadness
That their joys may better show.
Tears may often be imploring
Like the waves that kiss the skies;
Like the waves, for’er adoring,
They reflect their loved one’s eyes.
Tears? They are but kin to laughter,
Wedded as the night and day;