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Convents of maids devout in Holy Land Establish'd are—maids who in deeds of charity To pilgrims and to all in warfare maim'd, In sacred warfare for the holy cross, Are deem'd the humble partners of your zeal.

Erm. Aye, such there are; but what availeth this?

Aur. There will I dwell, a vow'd and humble sister. We shall not far be sever'd. The same winds That do o' nights thro' your still cloisters sigh, Our quiet cells visiting with mournful harmony, Shall lull my pillow too. Our window'd towers Shall sometimes shew me on the neighbouring plains, Amidst thy brave companions, thy mail'd form Crested with glory, on thy pawing steed Returning from the wars. And when at last Thou art in sickness laid—who will forbid The dear sad pleasure—like a holy bride I'll by thy death-bed stand, and look to heaven, Where all bless'd union is. O! at the thought, Methinks this span of life to nothing shrinks, And we are bless'd already. Thou art silent: Dost thou despise my words?

Erm. O no! speak to me thus: say what thou wilt: I am subdued. And yet these bursting tears! My heart is rent in twain: I fear—I fear I am rebellious still. (Kneeling, and taking both her hands