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6. The Unbidden Tears

Glad tears that rush like rivers down the cheek

Like gilding gold of morning's amber light.

O happy hearts, by hearths when wills are meek!

We welcome sun that chased away the night.

The weeping eyes will not acknowledge hate.

When lovers meet forgiven after pain,

Tears cleanse the heart and mind of fire and mote,

And freshen countenance and bleach the stain.

O rain of peace, that washes doubt away,

And casts a burden from the heart and home.

Sad hearts in joy united on this day;

Now buds will bloom again in garden loam.

Glad tears that come unbidden thus and free

Have banished care and brought you back to me.