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MIRÈIO.
[Canto X.
"O holy Maries, who can cheer
The sorrow-laden,
Lend, I beseech, a pitying ear
To one poor maiden!
"And when you see my cruel care
And misery,
Then look in mercy down the air,
And side with me!
"I am so young, dear Saints above,
And there's a youth—
My handsome Vincen—whom I love
With utter truth!
"I love him as the wayward stream
Its wanderings;
As loves the new-fledged bird, I deem,
To try its wings.
"And now they tell me I must quench
This fire eternal;
Must from the blossoming almond wrench
Its flowers vernal.
"O holy Maries, who can cheer
The sorrow-laden,
Lend, I beseech, a pitying ear
To one poor maiden!
