| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | II. Rest
Tears | | Anonymous |
| | | WEEP you no more, sad fountains; | |
| What need you flow so fast? | |
| Look how the snowy mountains | |
| Heaven’s sun doth gently waste. | |
| But my sun’s heavenly eyes | 5 |
| View not your weeping, | |
| That now lies sleeping | |
| Softly, now softly lies | |
| Sleeping. | |
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| Sleep is a reconciling, | 10 |
| A rest that peace begets; | |
| Doth not the sun rise smiling | |
| When fair at eve he sets? | |
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| Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes, | |
| Melt not in weeping, | 15 |
| While she lies sleeping | |
| Softly, now softly lies | |
| Sleeping. | | | | |
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