My mind is fix'd, to Heaven I resign,
And be her love, her life, her comforts mine."
Tyrants have wept; and those with hearts of steel,
Unused the anguish of the heart to heal,
Have yet the transient power of virtue known,
And felt th' imparted joy promote their own.
Our Knight, relenting, now befriends a youth,
Who to the yielding maid had vow'd his truth;
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And finds in that fair deed a sacred joy,