Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes...
These few words from Tennyson may not be enough to comfort House Minority Leader John Boehner, who wept yesterday on hearing a fellow Republican recount seven years as a POW in Vietnam.
Boehner, an emotional man, might want to spare a thought for our young people in Iraq who won’t be coming home to run for Congress and ponder this from the “Rubaiyat”:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
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