Sorrow

Sorrow
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The sorrow that nobody mentions,
The sorrow no ons may share
Is the sorrow the dear Lord giveth
His sweetest, tenderest care

He places his hand on the wellspring
The quivering lipe refrain orth in denance
And the eyes mils forth
His love enfolding the pain

He knows where the hurt in the deepest
The tears of night and of day
And whispering softly, “I love you”
Brushes the dewdrops away

The sorrow that nobody mentions
The sorrow no one may share
In the sorrow the dear Lord gives
His sweetest, tenderent cars