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SONNET II. Occasioned by a Domestic's Tears at parting from the Author.

Hail to thy tear, thou simple child of worth!
To me it seems a pearl of rarest price,
It beams a lustre little known to Mirth,
It sheds a balm unfelt by harden'd Vice.
Hail to thy tear!—to me it seems to say,
That tho' by Fashion's votaries I'm revil'd,
That tho' misfortune mark my cheerless way,
Still I am dear to Poverty's meek child.
And I had rather be the friend of woe,
The mournful brother of the joyless slave,
Than chill'd by Apathy's cold influence, know
The smiles of wealth, and all that pomp e'er gave.
Ah yes! the poor man's tear I'd rather claim,
Than all the pleasures of a noted name.