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 Of your misfortunes, that at least, Whatever fate remains behind, I may bear witness in my breast To your nobility of mind!”

“Thou Enemy, my bane and blight! Oh! bold to fight the Coward's fight Against all good”—but why declare, At length, the issue of this prayer? Or how, from his depression raised, The Father on his Son had gazed; Suffice it that the Son gave way, Nor strove that passion to allay, Nor did he turn aside to prove His Brothers’ wisdom or their love— But calmly from the spot withdrew; The like endeavours to renew, Should e’er a kindlier time ensue.

END OF CANTO THIRD.