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.






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