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MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY, 1837

XXII. AT FLORENCE--FROM M. ANGELO

          ETERNAL Lord! eased of a cumbrous load,
          And loosened from the world, I turn to Thee;
          Shun, like a shattered bark, the storm, and flee
          To thy protection for a safe abode.
          The crown of thorns, hands pierced upon the tree,
          The meek, benign, and lacerated face,
          To a sincere repentance promise grace,
          To the sad soul give hope of pardon free.
          With justice mark not Thou, O Light divine,
          My fault, nor hear it with thy sacred ear;                  10
          Neither put forth that way thy arm severe;
          Wash with thy blood my sins; thereto incline
          More readily the more my years require
          Help, and forgiveness speedy and entire.


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