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Help me to rail against this cold, proud man, Geraldi Sforza, who usurps my place Within my husband's heart. She is absorbed In some sweet dream; dear Veronica wake, Convince this wayward girl, that she hath wronged Our gallant friend; pour forth thine eloquence, Or will thy timid modesty deny Thy love for brave Geraldi? Thou hast loosed My silent tongue, and 'twill now wanton. Praise— Oh it must fall beneath his worth; he stands Unmoved on glory's pinnacle; no fierce And mad ambition fires his even soul, The meanest objects of creation share His tenderness and bounty—far above His own renown he prized his country's peace, The happiness of others—human life,