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 :::THE TEARS HERE, oh wind, do you carry the tears That the muffled heads are weeping, Under the roofs where no one hears, While the Lord Christ is sleeping?

"Cold he lies in the reeds of the dawn,    But I carry them to him there. Where far away from the world's scorn     They gleam like dew on his hair.

"The tears that are shed for loneliness    Like pearls on his forehead rest. And the tears of passionate distress     Are opals on his breast.

"But where, oh wind, are the hopeless tears —    The tears no comfort know — The tears that none but the midnight hears —     The tears of love's deep woe?

"Tell me, oh wind, ere you depart.    On his white body where are they?" "Ah! They are in the Lord Christ's heart    And none can take them from him away!"