88. The Good Samaritan
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OH that
thy creed were sound! [
Note]
For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church of
Rome,
By thy unwearied watch and varied round
Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home.
I cannot walk the city's sultry streets,
But the wide porch invites to still retreats,
Where passion's thirst is calm'd, and care's un-
thankful gloom.
There, on
a foreign shore,
The home-sick solitary finds a friend:
Thoughts, prison'd long for lack of speech, out-
pour
Their tears; and doubts in resignation end. {154}
I almost fainted from the long delay
That tangles me within this languid bay,
When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and
wine to tend.
Palermo.
June 13, 1833.