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POEMS.





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!

March, 1812.