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When she, the faithful soother of my pain, / This life's long weary pilgrimage to cheer, / Vouchsafes beside my nightly couch to appear, / With her sweet speech attempering reason's strain; / O'ercome by tenderness, and terror vain, / I cry, "Whence comest thou, O spirit blest? " / She from her beauteous breast / A branch of laurel and of palm displays, / And, answering, thus she says. / "From th' empyrean seat of holy love / Alone thy sorrows to console I move."
In actions, and in words, in humble guise / I speak my thanks, and ask, "How may it be / That thou shouldst know my wretched state? " and she / "Thy floods of tears perpetual, and thy sighs / Breathed forth unceasing, to high heaven arise.