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No songs of triumph now be sung;
Cease all your sprightly airs;
Let sorrow silence ev'ry tongue,
And joy dissolve in tears.
If at this sight we don't repent,
What other sight can move?
Ungrateful, shall we not relent,
And pay him love with love.
Harmonia Americana, 1791