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And incense sweet of penitential tears Are thrice-blessed offerings to the holy saints. Thou dost accuse thyself too bitterly. That base incendiary, fell Angelo, Shall by Omnipotence be justly deemed The guilty one; like the accursed fiend, Who gazed on Paradise and saw its bliss, With unrelenting eye, his pitiless, Inhuman heart, dealt the fell bolt that smote To dust the fairy edifice that love Had fondly reared. No, no, my Veronica, I suffered dreadful passions to invade The breast so proud of virtue; I despised My tempter, and this arrogant, Perverted soul deemed every sin against Its happiness too great to be forgiven— I murdered Julian, and it is I Must answer for the deed—Oh, would the loss