The Tear of Pity

XXXII. "Therefore, hear, Abraham, and see, behold your seventh generation shall go with you, and they shall go into a strange land, and be made servants unto those who shall do evil unto them, as one hour of the aeon of godlessness; but of the nation by whom they are made servants, shall I be the judge." THE TEAR OF PITY. So bright the tear in Beauty's eye Love half regrets to kiss it dry. —Lord Byron. There is a gem that far outshines The diamond glittering in its ore, The splendor of Peruvian mines, Or Indus' gold-enamelled shores. Search ye the caves of ocean wide, No coral there can it excel; Ask not the glittering child of pride Its worth: alas! he cannot tell. But yon old wretch, so thin and pale, With grateful heart can well reply, For, when he told his mournful tale, It sparkled in my Mary's eye.