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!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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