There is a joy in woe, 'tis said—
And I can well the tale believe,
When Henry holds my drooping head,
And kindly bids me cease to grieve.
And when I hear his soothing voice,
Or meet his kind, expressive eye,
Amidst affliction I rejoice,
While joy and woe divide my sigh.
Then let affliction fade my cheek,
And be mine eyes with sorrow dim,
So Henry's eyes of pity speak,
And this pale cheek be press'd by him.
Whate'er the world may fancy bliss,
For his compassion I'd forego—
More dear than mirth that pitying kiss,
Which makes me feel a joy in woe.
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