XXXII

The tears of man in various measure gush

From various sources; gently overflow

From blissful transport some — from clefts of woe

Some with ungovernable impulse rush;

And some, coeval with the earliest blush

Of infant passion, scarcely dare to show

Their pearly lustre — coming but to go;

And some break forth when others’ sorrows crush

The sympathising heart. Nor these, nor yet

The noblest drops to admiration known,

To gratitude, to injuries forgiven —

Claim Heaven's regard like waters that have wet

The innocent eyes of youthful Monarchs driven

To pen the mandates, nature doth disown.