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O, forgive me! My mind was weak and brooded on dark thoughts. We'll cast them from us.—Yes, thy child, thy boy! Look on him still: they say that in his face There are some traits of thine. Observe his mouth; That smile

Nay, that sweet smile I could not give him; No, nor those lips. He much resembles thee.

Thinkest thou so? Then haply thou perceiv'st Another likeness some have sadly traced; Dost thou perceive it?

No: another likeness?

In my sad lonely hours, I have imagined, And sooth'd me with the pleasing, mournful thought, He bears some faint resemblance to my brother, My poor Ulrico. It does not strike thee, then?