Blessed be the tear in which the excruciating heap of our pains crystalizes and the black bitterness of our sorrow dilutes.
Blessed be the tear in the surface of which gloomy shreds of golden dreams float and at the bottom of which sad ghosts of dead hopes wander about.
Blessed be the tear of those who mourn the misfortune of being born homeless and those who weep the disgrace of living without any bread.
Blessed be the tear of those who have never known a mother's affection and never felt a wife's caress.
Blessed be the tear that is the relief of those who are lonely and fervent solace of those who are sad.
Blessed be the tear of those who put on their shoulders their fellow man's cross and help him to climb the Calvary of life.
Blessed be the tear of those search, wandering, the warmth of affection and only find the coldness of disdain.
Blessed be the tear of those who suffer injustice for the ideals that they defend and only harvest ingratitude in return for the goodness they sow.
Blessed be the tear that builds up a temple to the Truth in the mind and turns the heart into a Love shrine.
Blessed be the tear that emerges, burning, at suffering nights and sparkles as a star in the mornings of redemption.
Blessed be, at least, the tear, light drop of heavenly dawns and terrestrial synthesis of divine dew.
RUBENS COSTA ROMANELLI: "O Primado do Espírito" cap.3, pag. 19-20, 3rd enlarged edition 1965, Editora Síntese Ltda., Divinópolis - M.G., Brazil.