 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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IMPROMPTU
ON A TEAR.
I
What pearl is that on beauty's cheek,Its name I fain would hear?
Say, purest joy, the gem I seek?
That pearl is called a tear.
II
Again its brightness meets mine eye,And pity too is near;
She gives to erring man a sigh,
And this is pity's tear.
III
It starts again, and sorrow's voiceWith plaint assails mine ear;
No mirth can make that heart rejoice,
That gem is called a tear.
IV
As dewdrops o'er a beauteous roseSo bright does love appear,
And beauty's cheek as sweetly glows;
That drop is young love's tear.
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