See, down Maria's blushing cheek

See, down Maria's blushing cheek,

The Tears of soft Compassion flow;

Those tears a yielding Heart bespeak,

A Heart that feels for other's Woe.

May not those Drops that frequent fall

To my fond Hope propitious prove;

The Heart that melts at Pity's Call

Wil own the softer Voice of Love.

Earth ne'er produc'd a gem so rare,

Nor wealthy Ocean's ample Space

So rich a Pearl, as that bright Tear

That lingers on Maria's face.

So hangs upon the morning Rose

The chrystal Drop of Heav'n refin'd,

Awhile the trembling Lustre glows,

Is gone, and leaves no Strain behind.