Lines to a Lady Weeping
Weep, daughter of a royal line,A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay;Ah! happy if each tear of thineCould wash a Father's fault away!Weep--for thy tears are Virtue's tears--Auspicious to these suffering Isles;And be each drop in future yearsRepaid thee by thy People's smiles!
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