Tear of Compassion

HYLA's the sweetest maid on earth, No one could charm me so; The tear proclaims her heav'nly birth, She weeps for others woe.

No gem, that glads the gaudy fair, And sparkles to the sight, Can with that crystal drop compare, Productive of delight.

Compassion hail! enchanting pow'r, To soften Care thou'rt gi'ven; Sweet soother of the sadden'd hour, Blest attribute of Heav'n.

Fond Nature, with a kind intent To chear the drooping soul, This sweet, amongst the dregs, has sent Of Life's distasteful bowl.

Offspring of universal Love, Spark of etherial fire, Thy melting ardours, hearts improve, And gen'rous thoughts inspire.

My passions let thy influence bind To emulate my fair, For soft and pleasing pains attend The sympathetic tear!