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Lines to a Lady Weeping

by George Gordon Byron, 1881

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!

Published in Poetry of Byron

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