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 Which only souls in sufferings tried Bear to their suffering brethren's side.

Where may we learn that gentle spell? Mother of Martyrs, thou canst tell! Thou, who didst watch thy dying Spouse With pierced hands and bleeding brows, Whose tears from age to age are shed O'er sainted sons untimely dead, If e'er we charm a soul in pain, Thine is the key-note of our strain.

How sweet with thee to lift the latch, Where Faith has kept her midnight watch, Smiling on woe: with thee to kneel, Where fixed, as if one prayer could heal, She listens, till her pale eye glow With joy, wild health can never know, And each calm feature, ere we read, Speaks, silently, thy glorious Creed.

Such have I seen: and while they poured Their hearts in every contrite word, How have I rather longed to kneel And ask of them sweet pardon's seal; How blessed the heavenly music brought By thee to aid my faltering thought! "Peace" ere we kneel, and when we cease To pray, the farewell word is, "Peace."

I came again: the place was bright "With something of celestial light" - A simple Altar by the bed For high Communion meetly spread, Chalice, and plate, and snowy vest. - We ate and drank: then calmly blest, All mourners, one with dying breath, We sate and talked of Jesus' death.

Once more I came: the silent room Was veiled in sadly-soothing gloom, And ready for her last abode The pale form like a lily showed, By Virgin fingers duly spread, And prized for love of summer fled. The light from those soft-smiling eyes Had fleeted to its parent skies.