Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
THE PARTING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. |
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THE PARTING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE.
How fresh seems that old grief—that beat of heartHow full and strong, as but of yesterday!
It thrills our heart, and feelingly doth say,
“Thou creature of a day,” like us thou art,
Though years, a triple thousand, stand apart.
How freshly still those tears our mortal clay
Moisten with Pity's holiest drops for aye,
And wet the page still with their fresh-old smart!
Blessings be on the genius that let
Those precious drops not run to waste, which, lost,
Had left the eye of Pity still in debt;
Unshed, a spring dried up or sealed by frost.
In precious lachrymátory they yet
Keep Pity's eye moist, “drops” beyond all cost.
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