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THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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Or absent, or in any jeopardy,
Hie to his cell to crave his intercession.

COUNTESS.

Do they? Most blessed man!—

(Beckoning to the Hermit, who stands aloof.)
I have words for thine ear; approach, I pray.
(Leading him apart, on the front of the Stage.)
The absent and in jeopardy by thee
Remember'd are, and Heaven receives thy prayers:
Then, oh! remember one, who for himself,
Depress'd, discouraged, may not to God's throne
Meet supplication make!
(Taking him further apart, and in a lower voice.)
There is a lonely wand'rer in the world
Of whom thou wottest. When the vespers sweet
And ev'ning orisons of holy men
Sound through the air, and in his humble cot,
With all his family round, th' unlearned hind
Lifts up his soul to Heaven, when ev'n the babe,
Tutor'd to goodness, by its mother kneels
To lisp some holy word,—on the cold ground,
Uncheer'd of earthly thing, he'll lay him down
Unblest, I fear, and silent. Such a one
Thou wottest of, good Father; pray for him.—
How's this? thou'rt greatly moved, and dost not answer.
Have I requested what thou may'st not grant?