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Oh sad and cruel sight! Is there no aid? Oh live, thou wond'rous creature, and be aught Thy soul desires to be!

I now am what my soul desires to be, And what one happy moment of wound strength Beyond the pitch of shrinking nature makes me; Widow of Constantine, without reproach, And worthy to partake the honour'd rest Of the brave lord whose living love I shar'd, As shares the noble wife a brave man's love.

Prophet of God, be there such ties as these!

And here come, in good time, my living friends: I shall once more those gen'rous men behold, The sad remains of those who lov'd their lord. (Holding out a hand to each of them.) You know, brave brothers, how it is with me; For such you were to him, and such to me My heart now truly owns you.