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Lenore:
That is well,
But in the past, Sylvester, was it so,
Did ever your heart beat generously for them,
God's foster-children, fasting and forlorn,
Dids't ever claim their staion in the sun
For those poor children of the shadow?
Sylvester:
Nay,
I never wish'd to see men suffer.
Lenore:
So,
But they might suffer out of sight of you.
Then your great gift of healing, long ago
You oft abus'd your medicinal skill,
Employ'd it not for solace of the sick,
But to work vengeance, veil'd, upon a foe.
