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AN APOLOGY For not weeping over the Remains of a Female Friend.

(Found in the Upper-Rooms.)

Cold drops that tear which blazons common woe,
What callous rock retains its crystal rill?
Ne'er will the soften'd mould its liquid shew—
Deep sink the waters that are smooth and still.
Ah! when sublimely agoniz'd I stood,
And Memory gave her beauteous frame a sigh;
While Feeling triumph'd in my heart's warm flood,
Grief drank the offering ere it reach'd the eye.