That God will hear thy prayers! they must be heard.
He who could doubt the worth of prayers like thine
May doubt of all things! Sainted as thou art
In sufferings here, this miracle will be
Thy work and thy reward!
Then raising her,
They seated her upon the fountain’s brink,
And there beside her sate. The moon had risen,
And that fair spring lay blackened half in shade,
Half like a burnish’d mirror in her light.