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Ye chosen few of soft-ey'd pity's train,
Whose sympathetic tears unbidden flow,
Whose hearts re-echo to each plaintive strain,
And droop beneath the weight of others' woe,
Whose sympathetic tears unbidden flow,
Whose hearts re-echo to each plaintive strain,
And droop beneath the weight of others' woe,
Approach with reverence this sacred place:
Check not the sigh, nor stop the trickling tear;
The trickling tear will not your cheeks disgrace,
For sweet Louisa's angel-form lies here.
Check not the sigh, nor stop the trickling tear;
The trickling tear will not your cheeks disgrace,
For sweet Louisa's angel-form lies here.
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