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See her conveyed to some blest sisterhood Of holy nuns. One last, and precious kiss, And then we part for ever. My good friend, Lend me thine arm; I'm weak, and dizzy: Heav'n, Take to thy bosom that sweet suffering saint! It will not hear a murderer's prayer! For me, My Veronica is accurs'd. Images Of horror rush upon my brain—lead on, Lead on to welcome death.——