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" The friends who in our sunshine live When winter comes are flown ; And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone. "
The Methodist new connexion magazine and evangelical repository - Page 394
1866
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The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 3

Thomas Moore - Irish literature - 1825 - 310 pages
...We could not fly to thee. The f-'ends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes...
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Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - Folk songs, Irish - 1825 - 374 pages
...could not fly to Thee ! The friends, who in our sunshine 1live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, When Joy...
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Hymns, anthems, and psalms, compiled by W. Burgh

Walter Burgh - Hymns, English - 1826 - 382 pages
...We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter conies, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears...the wounded part,) Breathes sweetness out of woe. 2. When joy no longer soothes or cheers And even the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears....
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Village Hymns for Social Worship

Asahel Nettleton - Hymns, English - 1826 - 522 pages
...could not fly to thee ! 2 The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 3 Oh ! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting thro' the...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pages
...are flown; And Im who huĂ­ but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou will heal that broken heart. Which, like the plants that throw Their...joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope thai threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too! Oh ! who would bear life's...
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Specimens of sacred and serious poetry, from Chaucer to the present day ...

John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 pages
...We could not fly to thee! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone ; But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes...
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Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, Etc

Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 pages
...here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes...
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The Sacred Lyre: Comprising Poems, Devotional, Moral and Preceptive ...

Christian poetry, English - 1828 - 398 pages
...We could not fly to thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone; But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes...
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Sacred Poetry

Religious poetry - 1828 - 198 pages
...We could not fly to thee! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; - And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone; But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes...
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Biography, sacred and interesting, deduced from the Holy Scriptures, and ...

Frederick Corbyn - 1828 - 376 pages
...We could not 11 y to thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But then wilt heal that broken heart, Which like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded...
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