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St. Anthony of Padua whom I bear
In effigy about me, hear my prayer:
Kind Saint, who findest what is lost, I pray,
Bring back her heart - I lost it yesterday.
O sick heart, be at rest!
Is there nothing that I can do
To quiet your crying in my breast?
Will nothing comfort you?
"I am sick of a malady
There is but one thing can assuage:
Cure me of youth, and, see,
I will be wise in age!"