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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;
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!
Would'st thou the farce complete?
Go to the Antiquary—buy
A string for an amulet!
Rome, 1860.
