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Rh Upon her weary way through wild and wood, Under the sunblaze; till her bleeding feet Refuse their office; till she faints and falls! Whom the tormentors, with a curse and jeer, Torture to sense of cruel life once more: Two burdens doth she carry; one, her babe: She cannot bear them both; they snatch the babe From her, for all the wailing and wrung hands; Tossing it crush'd upon a mossy stone. They goad her on; full blinding tears have darken'd All the parch'd earth; she cannot stumble far— Now shouts arise to kill her—it is done! Christ saith to Satan: "Hold! the child shall sleep!"