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SHE RETURNS IN PITY TO COMFORT HIM WITH HER ADVICE.
If that soft breath of sighs, which, from above, / I hear of her so long my lady here, / Who, now in heaven, yet seems, as of our sphere, / To breathe, and move, to feel, and live, and love, / I could but paint, my passionate verse should move / Warmest desires; so jealous, yet so dear / O'er me she bends and breathes, without a fear, / That on the way I tire, or turn, or rove.
She points the path on high: and I who know / Her chaste anxiety and earnest prayer, / In whispers sweet, affectionate, and low, / Train, at her will, my acts and wishes there: / And find such sweetness in her words alone / As with their power should melt the hardest stone.
MACGREGOR.