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 “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74

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