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With execrations from her kneeling child.
“ THEODRIC, this is destiny above Our power to baffle ; bear it then, my love! Rave not to learn the usage I have borne, For one true sister left me not forlorn; And though you 're absent in another land, Sent from me by my own well-meant command,
Your soul, I know, as firm is knit to mine si
No! imaged in the sanctuary of your breast, .3 )
There let me smile, amidst high thoughts at rest ; ”.
The latest from my living lips for yours.”—
Words that will solace him while life endures :
For though his spirit from affliction's surge
Yet still that mind whose harmony elate Rang sweetness, ev'n beneath the crush of fate,That mind in whose regard all things were placed In views that soften’d them, or lights that graced, That soul's example could not but dispense . A portion of its own bless'd influence; Invoking him to peace, and that self-sway Which Fortune cannot give, nor take away: And though he mourn’d her long, 'twas with such woe, As if her spirit watch'd him still below.