Song V [See Down Maria’s Blushing Cheek]
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I.
See down Maria’s blushing cheek
The tears of soft compassion flow;
Those tears a yielding heart bespeak–
A heart that feels for others’ woe.
May not those drops, that frequent fall,
To my fond hope propitious prove,
The heart that melts at Pity’s call
Will own the softer voice of love.
II.
Earth ne’er produced a gem so rare
Nor wealthy ocean’s ample space
So rich a pearl-as that bright tear
That lingers on Maria’s face.
So hangs upon the morning rose
The chrystal drop of heav’n refin’d,
A while with trembling lustre glows-
Is gone-and leaves no stain behind.