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And of the woes that Man creates for Man2910
He told. Then gazing round our peaceful cell,
Here (he would cry) let Theodore remain,
Till at the last his wasted lamp of life
Gently go out."
"Yet were not then the hours
Devoid of sorrow; for our anxious eyes295
Beheld Bizardo waining to the tomb.
In the full of years he sunk: his eyes grew dim,
And on the bed of leaves his feeble frame
Lay helpless. Patiently did he endure,
In faith anticipating blessedness,300
Already more than Man in that dread hour
When Man is meanest. His were the best joys
The pious know, and his last prayer was praise.
I saw him die: I saw the dews of Death
Starting on his cold brow: I heard him then305
Pour out a blessing on me.—Son of Orleans!
I would not wish to live to know that hour,
When I could think upon a dear friend dead,
And weep not.

"Aching