Raise it to Heaven, when thine eye fills with tears,
For only in a watery sky appears
The bow of light; and from th' invisible skies
Hope's glory shines not, save through weeping eyes.
More verses by Frances Anne Kemble
- Song.
- Are They Indeed The Bitterest Tears We Shed
- To My Sister
- To The Picture Of A Lady
- Dream-Land (I)