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78 "Make haste—my little Rachael—do!

"The first you meet with bid him come,—

"Ask him to lend his horse to-night,—

"And this good man, whom Heaven requite,

"Will help to bring the body home."

Away goes Rachael weeping loud;—

An infant, waked by her distress,

Makes in the house a piteous cry,—

And Peter hears the Mother sigh,

"Seven are they, and all fatherless!"

And now is Peter taught to feel

That man's heart is a holy thing;

And Nature, through a world of death,

Breathes into him a second breath,

More searching than the breath of spring.