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The dreadful wretches bringing death On those who love their living breath, With natural repulsion (like Fierce serpents) fill before they strike.

To snare, to imprison, and to drub He took a net, a cage, a club, And wandering daily in the wood, He brought all creatures harm, not good.

While he was in the wood one day, The sky grew black with clouds straightway; So wild the wind, so fierce the rain, It seemed the world dissolved in pain.

Then, as the heart within him quivered, And every limb grew numb and shivered, He sought where might a refuge be, And chanced to come upon a tree.

Now as he rested, near and far In sudden-clearing skies, each star Shone bright; and he had wit to pray: O Lord, be kind to me today."

There was a dove upon the tree Whose nest was in a cavity; And since his wife was absent long, He grieved for her in mournful song:

The wind and rain were very great, And my belovèd wife is late In coming home. When she is not At home, home is an empty spot.