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See her conveyed to some blest sisterhood
Of holy nuns. One last, and precious kiss,
And then we part for ever. My good friend,
Lend me thine arm; I'm weak, and dizzy: Heav'n,
Take to thy bosom that sweet suffering saint!
It will not hear a murderer's prayer! For me,
My Veronica is accurs'd. Images
Of horror rush upon my brain—lead on,
Lead on to welcome death.——
