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For, like a friend's consoling sighs, That breeze of night to me appears; And, as soft dew from Pity's eyes, Descend those pure celestial tears.

Alas! for those who long have borne, Like me, a heart by sorrow riven, Who, but the plaintive winds, will mourn, What tears will fall, but those of Heaven?