KNOWEST thou but joy, Laughing lip and brilliant eye? Sing not thou, for joy, Being joy, must shortly die. Knowest thou but pain, Tears so salt they sting like fire? Sing not thou, for pain Seals the heart from high desire. But if both are thine, Joy that shines through sorrow's sadness, Sorrow mingling song with gladness, Sing thou then, the world thee hears And smiles through tears. |