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[Raising the child aloft in her arms.]

God! The gift Thou canst require I can lift it to thy sight! Guide me through life's martyr-fire!

[Goes in.

[''Gazes a while before him, bursts into tears, clasps his hands over his head, throws himself down on the steps and cries'':]

Jesus, Jesus give me light!