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106 (Chorus raise refrain.)

With jarring strain have ye broken in!

Ah hush! ah hush! refrain ye the din

Of chanting lips, and vouchsafe the grace

Of the peace of sleep to his resting-place.

(Ant. 2) Tell, what end waiteth his misery?

Even to die,—what else should be?

For he knoweth not even craving for food.

Ah, then is his doom plain—all too plain!

Phœbus for victims hath sealed us twain,

Who decreed that we spill a mother's blood

For a father's—a deed without a name!

'Twas a deed of justice—

A deed of shame!

Thou slewest, and art dead,

Mother that bare me—thrustedst to the tomb

Our father and these children of thy womb.