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SCENE V.

RAYMOND,
alone.
Yes! thou sure end of sorrow! friendly refuge
From persecution, tyranny, and pain!
I will embrace thee, death! will eager rush
To thy protecting shade, since hope no more
Can give to fading life those flattering colours,
Which please, tho' false, and cheat us into joy.
My dreams are vanished, my delusive dreams
Of future years! all pregnant with delight,
And sweet connubial love! for I must leave thee,
Leave thee defenceless in this world of trouble,
Thou lovely partner of my faithful heart!
Yet ere my lingering soul is severed from thee,
I fain would press thee with a dying hand,
Leave on thy lips one parting kiss, and yield
My latest breath in fervent prayers, that Heaven
May sooth the sufferings of my loved Eudora.