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 The mother and her babes—and yet no lightning Blasted this man!" "Aye Lady," cried, "And when we sent the herald to implore His mercy on the helpless, he relax'd His stern face into savage merriment, Scoffing their agonies. On the high wall I stood and mark'd the miserable outcasts, And every moment thought that Henry's heart, Hard as it was, must feel. All night I stood— Their deep groans sounded on the midnight gale. "Fainter