Poems (Pizey)/On seeing a young Friend weep at a Tale of Distress
ON SEEING A YOUNG FRIENDWEEP AT A TALE OF DISTRESS.
How lovely is that gentle tear
Adown thy check so softly stealing!
What sweet expression does it bear!
Ah! sure it is the child of feeling.
Adown thy check so softly stealing!
What sweet expression does it bear!
Ah! sure it is the child of feeling.
I saw the trembler first appear,
I saw it swell thy beauteous eye;
Prize, my sweet girl, a gem so dear,
Emblem of sensibility.
I saw it swell thy beauteous eye;
Prize, my sweet girl, a gem so dear,
Emblem of sensibility.
Oh! may'st thou never know its force,
Except in feeling others' woe;
Then gentle pity bends its course,
And kindly bids the tear to flow.
Except in feeling others' woe;
Then gentle pity bends its course,
And kindly bids the tear to flow.