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XIX

“Then amongst strangers I was left⁠—

But I perceive thou dost not heed⁠—”

“Alas! dear nurse, my heart is cleft,

Mortally sick I am indeed.

Behold, my sobs I scarce restrain⁠—”

“My darling child, thou art in pain.⁠—

The Lord deliver her and save!

Tell me at once what wilt thou have?

I’ll sprinkle thee with holy water.⁠—

How thy hands burn!”⁠—“Dear nurse, I’m well.

I am⁠—in love⁠—you know⁠—don’t tell!”

“The Lord be with thee, O my daughter!”⁠—

And the old nurse a brief prayer said

And crossed with trembling hand the maid.