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LXXVII.
Lady, I fear to check the joyous flow
Of happiness that warms thy youthful heart,
To make from those bright eyes the moisture start
In tears of pity for such depth of woe;
Of happiness that warms thy youthful heart,
To make from those bright eyes the moisture start
In tears of pity for such depth of woe;
But thou art worthy as a Friend to know
What myriads of thy people feel the smart
Of want and sickness, whom the threatening dart
Of death would gladden by a speedier blow.
What myriads of thy people feel the smart
Of want and sickness, whom the threatening dart
Of death would gladden by a speedier blow.
The praise of thousands, happier in their store,
And blessings from fair lips have followed thee
And thy good Albert to each princely door;
And blessings from fair lips have followed thee
And thy good Albert to each princely door;
Taste now a higher pleasure, godlike be,
'Tis thy prerogative, and for the poor
Wake with thine own a Nation's sympathy.
'Tis thy prerogative, and for the poor
Wake with thine own a Nation's sympathy.
1843.
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