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Feronde
by
MEANWHILE the prelate with the fav’rite dame,
No time to lose, made ev’ry hour the same.
The husband, with a sigh, was heard to say:
I wonder what my wife’s about to-day?
About?–whate’er it be ’tis doubtless right;
Our friar, to console her, takes delight;
Thy business too is managed as before,
And anxious care bestowed upon thy store.
HAS she as usual matters that demand
Attendance at the cloister to be scanned?–
No doubt was the reply, for having now
The whole affair upon her feeble brow,
Poor woman! be her wishes what they will,
She more assistance wants thy loss to fill.
DISCOURSE like this no pleasure gave the soul:
To call him so seems best upon the whole,
Since he’d not pow’r like others here to feed:–
Mere earthly shadow for a time decreed.
A MONTH was passed in fasting, pains, and prayer;
Some charity the friar made him share,
And now and then remission would direct;
The widow too he never would neglect,
But, all the consolation in his pow’r,
Bestowed upon her ev’ry leisure hour,
His tender cares unfruitful were not long;
Beyond his hopes the soil proved good and strong;
In short our Pater Abbas justly feared,
To make him father many signs appeared.
SINCE ’twere improper such a fact were known;
When proofs perhaps too clearly might be shown,
So many prayers were said and vigils kept,
At length the soul from purgatory crept,
So much reduced, and ev’ry way so thin
But little more he seemed than bones and skin.
A THING so strange filled numbers with surprise,
Who scarcely would believe their ears and eyes.
The friar passed for saint:–Feronde his fruit;
None durst presume to doubt nor to dispute;
A double miracle at once appeared
The dead’s return: the lady’s state revered.
With treble force Te Deum round was sung;
Sterility in marriage oft was rung,
And near the convent many offered prayers,
In hopes their fervent vows would gain them heirs.
THE humble spouse and wife we now shall leave
Let none, howe’er, suppose that we conceive,
Each husband merits, as our soul, the same,
To cure the jealous fears his breast inflame.