TO A LADY WEEPING.

1.

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!

2.

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!

March, 1812.

FROM THE TURKISH.

1.

THE chain I gave was fair to view,
The lute I added sweet in sound,
The heart that offer'd both was true,

And ill deserved the fate it found.

SHED BY JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, DEC. 1189.