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LAURA IN TEARS.
High Jove to thunder ne'er was so intent, / So resolute great Caesar ne'er to strike, / That pity had not quench'd the ire of both, / And from their hands the accustom'd weapons shook.
Madonna wept: my Lord decreed that I / Should see her then, and there her sorrows hear; / So joy, desire should fill me to the brim, / Thrilling my very marrow and my bones.
Love show'd to me, nay, sculptured on my heart, / That sweet and sparkling tear, and those soft words / Wrote with a diamond on its inmost core, / Where with his constant and ingenious keys / He still returneth often, to draw thence / True tears of mine and long and heavy sighs.
MACGREGOR.