Now let thy handmaid, Heav'n! she cried, depart
Be Judge, O Thou, whose ballance sways above!
Receive our souls to pardon and to love!
At once she burst the feeble bonds of clay,
And her free soul, exulting, springs away.
To endless bliss, they issue, out of pain.
One moment separates, and joins again.
The Contrast set in its proper light. Said to be done by a lady.
Fam'd were the bards of old untainted days,