REMONSTRANCE.
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That ever mine unquivering lips
Shall name the name he bore:
I know that I may cease to weep,
And therefore weep the more!
Say, Time, who slew mine happiness,
Will leave to me my woe;
And woe's own stony strength shall chain
These tears' impassion'd flow:
Or say, that these, my ceaseless tears,
May life to death restore;
For then my soul were wept away,
And I should weep no more!
REPLY.
Whereon his ashes lie,
Is well!—I know that rains must fall
When clouds are in the sky:
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