Alas! good Martha! don't despair!
I for this cause should fear to love. The loss my certain death would prove.
Joy still must sorrow, sorrow joy attend.
Proceed, and tell the story of his end!
At Padua, in St. Anthony's, In holy ground his body lies; Quiet and cool his
place of rest, With pious ceremonials blest.
And had you naught besides to bring?
Oh yes! one grave and solemn prayer; Let them for him three hundred masses