To thee still more unhappy! nor deters
Him ev’n the fear to touch the wounds unheal’d,
Yet bleeding sore, or see thee how it stirs
Fresh tears to bathe thine eyes thy sorrows yield.
What would he be, if man were not to weep?
A thousand times I’ve thank’d our God, who gave
The heart to soothe its griefs in tears to steep;
As rain we see subdue the raging wave.
Weep then, ay, weep! others, and abler friends
As faithful, with success may in thine ears