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              | {153} OH that
                thy creed were sound! [Note]
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              | 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,
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              | 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.
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 NoteOf course this is the exclamation of one who,when so writing, was not in Catholic Communion.
 The same must said also of Nos. lxvi, lxxviii.
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