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Rh Then he thought he saw from God's spirit The hound go sore oppressed, But he woke to find his own dead wife With her dead child on her breast.

Quickly he went to the west window, Quickly he went to the east; No help in the desolate pasture fields, Or the stables that held no beast.

He flung himself at his white wife's side, And the dead lips moved and smiled, Then came somewhere from the lonely room The laugh of a little child.