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Unwept Tears.
Not only gauds and gems were hid In those dark realms of rest:But favourite trinkets worn in life, Their owners' pride attest.But now unsealed those sepulchres, Profaned by careless tread,—Are rifled of the spoils that were Once sacred to the dead;
And e'en glass tears that could not dry! Would'st thou the farce complete?Go to the Antiquary—buy A string for an amulet!
Rome, 1860.
