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Helenium, 
THARS. 
When Friendship or Love, our sympathies move ; 
When Truth in a glance should appear ; 
The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile, 
But the test of Affection ’s a Tear. 
Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite’s wile, 
To mark detestation or fear ; 
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye 
Is dimmed, for a time, with a Tear. 
Though my vows I can pour to my Mary no more, 
My Mary, — to love once so dear; 
In the shade of her bower, I remember the hour 
She rewarded those vows with a Tear. 
When my soul wings her flight to the regions of 
night, 
And my corse shall recline on its bier; 
As ye pass by the tomb, where my ashes consume, 
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear. 
May no marble bestow the splendor of woe, 
Which the children of vanity rear ; 
No fiction of fame shall blazon my name; 
All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear. Byron. 

