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Yea, now I say it, and I will perform.

On these terms take the children from mine hand.

I take them—precious gift from precious hand.

Be to these babes a mother in my stead.

Sore is their need, who are bereft of thee.

Darlings, I should have lived; and lo, I die.

Ah me!—what shall I do, forlorn of thee?

Time shall bring healing:—but the dead is nought.

Take me, ah take me with thee to the grave!

Suffice it that one dies—she dies for thee.

O Death, of what a wife dost thou bereave me!