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SCENE VIII.
AN APARTMENT IN VERINO'S HOUSE.VERINO,
alone.
What art thou now, my child? thy gentle spirit
Is fled—ah whither fled?—
Mysterious, unknown terrors croud upon me—
This trembling withered body would impart
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Thou! who, delivered from this treacherous world,
Art free to range with spirits like thyself!
Now, thou blest being! now assist thy father,
Who fondly conscious of thy spotless virtue,
Racked his own heart, and strained the powers of nature
To save that virtue from accurst oppression!
Teach me to find thee thro' those dreary paths,
That mock the searches of inquiring man!
Look down, my Raymond while—
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