With their soft hymns: and therefore are they call’d
“Sisters of Mercy.”
Raim. Oh! that name, my Constance!
Befits thee well. E’en in our happiest days,
There was a depth of tender pensiveness
Far in thine eyes’ dark azure, speaking ever
Of pity and mild grief. Is she at peace?
Ans. Alas! what should I say?
Raim. Why did I ask,
Knowing the deep and full devotedness