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LXXIV. THE SICK MAN VISITED.

Peace to this house!”—Now, ere in languor lost
The weary spirit from the task recoil
Of self-research, or racking pain embroil
The thoughts, and reason's gentle sway be crost;
Welcome the holy man! What tho' he boast
No potent charm the sting of death to foil,
Relick, or magick word, or holy oil,
Or image-bearing cross, or wafer host:
Yet may his voice thy heart to faith incline,
Love, patience, trust, repentance, and release
From worldly cares; his hand confer the sign
Of pardoning mercy; and his pray'r increase
(God's steward he!) thy store of wealth divine,
Support thee here, or send thee hence in peace!