Line To A Lady Weeping

WEEP, daughter of a royal line,
A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay
Ah! happy if each tear of thine
Could wash a father's fault away!

Weep - for thy tears are Virtue's tears - 
Auspicious to these suffering isles
And be each drop in future years
Repaid thee by thy people's smiles!

Lord Byron