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LAMENTS.
How say you that my grief is shared with Hector's sire and son?
The babe has only smiles for life, his woes are not begun;
And Priam, well he knows for him all suffering is done,
Ere long he will contented call on me, his only one :
" Andromache, Andromache."
The pain is mine, as he is mine, my Hector, king and lord;
For me alone he keeps his love, for all the world his sword;
'Twill be my name that from his lips shall be with life outpoured,
Though neither gods nor men may hear the tender dying word:
"Andromache, Andromache."
