REMONSTRANCE.
Oh say not it is vain to weep
That deafen'd bier above;
Where genius has made room for death,
And life is past from love;
That tears can never his bright looks
And tender words restore:
I know it is most vain to weep—
And therefore, weep the more!
Oh say not I shall cease to weep
When years have wither'd by;
That ever I shall speak of joy,
As if he could reply;
