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266 AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW?

1.

wilt thou weep when I am low?

Sweet lady! speak those words again:

Yet if they grieve thee, say not so—

I would not give that bosom pain.

2.

My heart is sad, my hopes are gone,

My blood runs coldly through my breast;

And when I perish, thou alone

Wilt sigh above my place of rest.

3.

And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace

Doth through my cloud of anguish shine:

And for a while my sorrows cease,

To know thy heart hath felt for mine.

4.

Oh lady! blessèd be that tear—

It falls for one who cannot weep;