"The Lowest Trees Have Tops" lyrics

"The Lowest Trees Have Tops"

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat
And slender hairs cast shadows, low but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great

Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs
And love is love, in beggars and in kings
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs
And love is love, in beggars and in kings

Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords
The dial stirs, yet none perceive it move
The firmest faith is in fewest words
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love

True hearts have eyes, and ears, no tongues to spake
They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break
True hearts have eyes, and ears, no tongues to spake
They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break


Thanks to Julian, JudeBlack, Kevin Peterson for correcting these lyrics.
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