Then will my daughter, weeping while they kneel,
For its own Clara beg my heart may feel: 250
At last, but slowly, I may all forgive,
And their adviser and director live.”
When wishes only weak the heart surprise,
Heaven, in its mercy, the fond prayer denies;
But when our wishes are both base and weak,
Heaven, in its justice, gives us what we seek.
All pass’d that was expected; all prepared
To share the comfort—What the comfort shared?