Poem by Thomas Moore

To Julia Weeping

Oh! if your tears are given to care,
   	If real woe disturbs your peace,
Come to my bosom, weeping fair!
  	And I will bid your weeping cease.

But if with Fancy's visioned fears,
  	With dreams of woe your bosom thrill;
You look so lovely in your tears,
  	That I must bid you drop them still.

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 54
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 46
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 113. Alone in Crowds to Wander On
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee

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