In open day the city’s crowded streets,
So rare he deem’d the virtue. Honesty
And sense of natural duty in a Priest!
Now for a miracle, ye Saints of Spain!
I shall not pry too closely for the wires,
For, seeing what I see, ye have me now
In the believing mood!
O blessed Saints,
Florinda cried, ’tis from the bitterness,
Not from the hardness of the heart, he speaks!