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 88. The Good Samaritan   OH that thy creed were sound! [n.] For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church of Rome, By thy unwearied watch and varied round Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home. I cannot walk the city's sultry streets, But the wide porch invites to still retreats, Where passion's thirst is calm'd, and care's un thankful gloom.   There, on a foreign shore, The home-sick solitary finds a friend: Thoughts, prison'd long for lack of speech, out pour Their tears; and doubts in resignation end. I almost fainted from the long delay That tangles me within this languid bay, When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and wine to tend.  Palermo .  June 13, 1833.

 Note

 Of course this is the exclamation of one who,  when so writing, was not in Catholic Communion.  The same must said also of Nos. lxvi, lxxviii.