A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be'
A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be'
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and bears a laden breast; Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of rest.
O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me; No casual mistress, but a wife.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
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