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WHEN gentle pity moves the breast, And claims for others' woes the sigh, Or mild commiseration leads To kinder deeds of charity, Or the quick, feeling heart laments The woes of those it holds most dear, How graceful on the cheek is seen, The pure and sympathetic tear.

Or when the page of life is dark, And fled is every earthly trust, When no kind comforter is near, And the sad soul is in the dust, Or when the bursting heart laments O'er lost affection's silent bier; At once to mark and sooth the grief There flows the sorrow-starting tear.

There is indeed a grief that scorns The channel of a watery eye, But then it breaks the thread of life, Or heats the brain to agony. And Oh! preserve the friends I love, From feeling such a pang severe, And give them in their hour of woe The secret solace of a tear.