88. The Good Samaritan
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OH that
thy creed were sound! [Note] |
For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church of |
Rome, |
By thy unwearied watch and varied round |
Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home. |
I cannot walk the city's sultry streets, |
But the wide porch invites to still retreats, |
Where passion's thirst is calm'd, and care's un- |
thankful gloom. |
There, on
a foreign shore, |
The home-sick solitary finds a friend: |
Thoughts, prison'd long for lack of speech, out- |
pour |
Their tears; and doubts in resignation end. {154} |
I almost fainted from the long delay |
That tangles me within this languid bay, |
When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and |
wine to tend. |
Palermo.
June 13, 1833. |
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Note
Of course this is the exclamation of one who,
when so writing, was not in Catholic Communion.
The same must said also of Nos. lxvi, lxxviii.
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