AH! YE TEARS

Translated from M" Blanchecotte by Sir Tollemache Sinclair. If peace you give whene'er rude shocks have racked my soul, If in oblivion you can hide the evils past. If you will bathe my wounds, if you'll my grief console.

Ye tears of mine, fall fast.

Flow on, flow long, and do not count the weary hours. Oh ! leave my mind absorbed in sleep untouched by fears. For grief is less acute when weeping us o'erpowers,

Fall fast, ah ! fall, sad tears.

But if as formerly my poor frame you destroy, If you corrode a heart which burns, which sorrow sears. Ah ! add no woe, oh ! spare my eyelids void of joy.

And leave me, ah ! my tears !

Leave me, flow' back, I feel my grief is more severe. For you've again evoked my lost fond dreams of yore. Have pity ; let my fast expiring soul die here.

Ye tears, ah! fall no more.