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SPENSERIAN.

[A tear for Byron? Weakness mourns the weak]

A tear for Byron? Weakness mourns the weak,
And Beauty dies in weeping Love's embrace,
And common frailties common sorrows seek.
But Scourger of the scourgers of thy race!
Thou aw'st me so, that to thy resting-place
I bring stern feelings, not unmix'd with fear.
Standing before the fear'd of all the base,
I, who oft wept thee, cannot weep thee here,
Bard of the broken heart, high soul, and burning tear!