LINES TO A LADY WEEPING.

By George Gordon Byron

Weep, daughter of a royal line,

A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay;

Ah! happy if each tear of thine

Could wash a Father's fault away!

Weep — for thy tears are Virtue's tears —

Auspicious to these suffering Isles;

And be each drop in future years

Repaid thee by thy People's smiles!