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Prostrate it lies. O unto us ensure

Deliverance. The promised aid of Heaven

More swiftly bring. Take pity on my brother.

O say to him a kind, a gracious word;

But spare him when thou speakest, earnestly

This I implore: for all too easily

Through joy and sorrow and through memory

Torn and distracted is his inmost being.

A feverish madness oft doth seize on him,

Yielding his spirit, beautiful and free,

A prey to furies.