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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

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 thine
Could 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 years
Repaid thee by thy people’s smiles!

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