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MIRÈIO.
[Canto I.
"The medlar and the service-plum,
So sharp to taste
When gathered, strewn on straw become
A pleasant feast.
"O holy Maries, who can cheer
The sorrow-laden,
Lend, I beseech, a pitying ear
To one poor maiden!
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"Oh, what can mean this dazzling light?
The church is riven
O'erhead; the vault with stars is bright.
Can this be heaven?
"Oh, who so happy now as I?
The Saints, my God,—
The shining Saints,—toward me fly,
Down yon bright road!
"O blessed patrons, are you there
To help, to stay me?
Yet hide the dazzling crowns you wear,
Or these will slay me.
"Veil in a cloud the light appalling!
My eyes are heavy.
Where is the chapel? Are you calling?
O Saints, receive me!"
