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Oh, couldst thou see the struggle of my soul,

Courageously to ward the first attack

Of an unhappy doom, which threatens me!

Do I then stand before thee weaponless?

Prayer, lovely prayer, fair branch in woman's hand,

More potent far than instruments of war,

Thou dost thrust back. What now remains for me

Wherewith my inborn freedom to defend?

Must I implore a miracle from heaven?

Is there no power within my spirit's depths?