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To my Friend, on her Birth-day
Poems
by Susanna Pizey
On seeing a young Friend weep at a Tale of Distress
Written during the illness of a Friend
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4616135Poems — On seeing a young Friend weep at a Tale of DistressSusanna Pizey
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ON SEEING A YOUNG FRIEND WEEP 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.
I saw the trembler first appear, I saw it swell thy beauteous eye;Prize, my sweet girl, a gem so dear, Emblem of sensibility.
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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.
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