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Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875

"The Saint's Tragedy"


[Lays her hand on the altar. Gerard, Abbess, and Monks descend and
advance.]
All worldly goods and wealth, which once I loved,
I do now count but dross: and my beloved,
The children of my womb, I now regard
As if they were another's. God is witness
My pride is to despise myself; my joy
All insults, sneers, and slanders of mankind;
No creature now I love, but God alone.
Oh, to be clear, clear, clear, of all but Him!
Lo, here I strip me of all earthly helps--
[Tearing off her clothes.]
Naked and barefoot through the world to follow
My naked Lord--And for my filthy pelf--
Con. Stop, Madam--
Eliz. Why so, sir?
Con. Upon thine oath!
Thy wealth is God's, not thine--How darest renounce
The trust He lays on thee? I do command thee,
Being, as Aaron, in God's stead, to keep it
Inviolate, for the Church and thine own needs.
Eliz. Be it so--I have no part nor lot in't--
There--I have spoken.
Abbess. O noble soul! which neither gold, nor love,
Nor scorn can bend!
Gerard. And think what pure devotions,
What holy prayers must they have been, whose guerdon
Is such a flood of grace!
Nuns.


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