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"Help, Heaven, help and favour her! Child, utter an Ave Marie! Wise and great are the doings of God; He loves and pities thee." "Out, mother, out, on the empty lie! Doth he heed my despair,—doth he list to my cry? What boots it now to hope or to pray? The night is come,—there is no more day."

"Help, Heaven, help! who knows the Father Knows surely that he loves his child: The bread and the wine from the hand divine Shall make thy tempered grief less wild." "Oh! mother, dear mother! the wine and the bread Will not soften the anguish that bows down my head; For bread and for wine it will yet be as late That his cold corpse creeps from the grim grave's gate."