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Against an alabaster-guarded lamp,
Craving the flame, in passionate impotence,
Vainly, and passing leave for only trace
The delicate dusk that deck'd a downy wing,
So evanescent, so ephemeral
Out of the dark emerging, into the dark
Returning.
Father Bernadine:
Let him only love the light,
And seek it earnestly, all will be well!
Peregrina:
Who is this gentle, placid, kind old man
Whose long white locks frame so serene a face?
Ombrage:
He is our good priest, Father Bernardine.
