And then I thought my father spoke these words
“Great sorrows, daughter, thou must first endure
Until thy fortune from the Tiber rise.
” When this was said he suddenly withdrew;
Nor did his cherished vision come again,
Though oft I raised my hand to heaven's dome
And called aloud in tearful, pleading voice.
Then sleep departing left me sick at heart.'
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