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Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired, / Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires, / Heaven, for a nobler doom, their worth desires, / And gazing upon either, both required.
Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired / Becomes extinguish'd, soon - too soon - expires, / But thine, within the closing grate retired, / Eternal captive, to her God aspires.
But thou, at least, from out the jealous door / Which shuts between your never - meeting eyes, / May'st hear her sweet and pious voice once more; / I, to the marble where my daughter lies, / Rush - the swoln flood of bitterness I pour, / And knock, and knock, and knock, but none replies.