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194 O holy Maries, who can cheer The sorrow-laden, Lend, I beseech, a pitying ear To one poor maiden!

And when you see my cruel care And misery, Then look in mercy down the air, And side with me!

I am so young, dear Saints above, And there's a youth— My handsome Vincen—whom I love With utter truth!

I love him as the wayward stream Its wanderings; As loves the new-fledged bird, I deem, To try its wings.

And now they tell me I must quench This fire eternal; Must from the blossoming almond wrench Its flowers vernal.

O holy Maries, who can cheer The sorrow-laden, Lend, I beseech, a pitying ear To one poor maiden!