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But what avails it now? all have their fate;And mine has been most wretched.
CHORUS.And mine has been most wretched.May we ask,What cruel cause—
ORGAR.What cruel causeNo! let this hapless breastStill hide the melancholy tale.
CHORUS.There oft is found an avarice iWe know,There oft is found an avarice in grief;And the wan eye of Sorrow loves to gazeUpon its secret hoard of treasur'd woesIn pining solitude. Perhaps thy mindTakes the same pensive cast: if not, indulgeThe tender temper of our virgin souls,Which loves to melt in sympathizing tearsAnd social sighs.
ORGAR.To let the woes oAh! ill would it become ye,To let the woes of such a wretch as I am,E'er dim your bright eyes with a pitying tear.
CHORUS.The eye, that will not weep another's sorrow,Should boast no gentler brightness than the glare,
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