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Ten hills are dug. . . where is the wheat?

Six mouths begotten. . . where is the wheat?

—Misery! oh, misery!

Upon his door comes Hunger s beat,

And Death s re-echoing the beat. ..

—Misery! oh, misery!

"The peace of God, I now entreat!

The peace of God, I now entreat!"

The digger sighed, and ceased to dree!