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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 tearsĀ
Auspicious to these suffering isles;
And be each drop in future years
Repaid thee by thy people's smiles!
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Byron
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