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1090 There, self involved, does Peter sit Until no sign of life he makes, As if his mind were sinking deep Through years that have been long asleep! The trance is passed away  he wakes; 1095 He lifts [117] his head  and sees the Ass Yet standing in the clear moonshine; "When shall I be as good as thou? Oh! would, poor beast, that I had now A heart but half as good as thine!" THERE SELF INVOLVED DOES PETER SIT UNTIL NO SIGN OF LIFE HE MAKES AS IF HIS MIND WERE SINKING DEEP THROUGH YEARS THAT HAVE BEEN LONG ASLEEP THE TRANCE IS PASSED AWAY HE WAKES HE LIFTS HIS HEAD AND SEES THE ASS YET STANDING IN THE CLEAR MOONSHINE WHEN SHALL I BE AS GOOD AS THOU OH WOULD POOR BEAST THAT I HAD NOW A HEART BUT HALF AS GOOD AS THINE
, And this good Man, whom Heaven requite, Will help to bring the body home." 1065 Away goes Rachel weeping loud;-- An Infant, waked by her distress, Makes in the house a piteous cry; And Peter hears the Mother sigh, "Seven are they, and all fatherless!" 1070 And now is Peter taught to feel That man's heart is a holy thing; And Nature, through a world of death, Breathes into him a second breath, More searching than the breath of spring. 1075 Upon a stone the Woman sits In agony of silent grief-- From his own thoughts did Peter start; He longs to press her to his heart, From love that cannot find relief. 1080 But roused, as if through every limb Had past a sudden shock of dread, The Mother o'er the threshold flies, And up the cottage stairs [114] she hies, And on the pillow lays [115] her burning head. 1085 And Peter turns his steps aside Into a shade of darksome trees, Where he sits down, he knows not how, With his hands pressed against his brow, His elbows on [116] his tremulous knees. L DO THE FIRST YOU MEET WITH BID HIM COME ASK HIM TO LEND HIS HORSE TO NIGHT AND THIS GOOD MAN WHOM HEAVEN REQUITE WILL HELP TO BRING THE BODY HOME AWAY GOES RACHAEL WEEPING LOUD AN INFANT WAKED BY HER DISTRESS MAKES IN THE HOUSE A PITEOUS CRY AND PETER HEARS THE MOTHER SIGH SEVEN ARE THEY AND ALL FATHERLESS AND NOW IS PETER TAUGHT TO FEEL THAT MAN'S HEART IS A HOLY THING AND NATURE THROUGH A WORLD OF DEATH BREATHES INTO HIM A SECOND BREATH MORE SEARCHING THAN THE BREATH OF SPRING UPON A STONE THE WOMAN SITS IN AGONY OF SILENT GRIEF FROM HIS OWN THOUGHTS DID PETER START HE LONGS TO PRESS HER TO HIS HEART FROM LOVE THAT CANNOT FIND RELIEF BUT ROUSED AS IF THROUGH EVERY LIMB HAD PASSED A SUDDEN SHOCK OF DREAD THE MOTHER O'ER THE THRESHOLD FLIES AND UP THE COTTAGE STAIRS SHE HIES AND ON THE PILLOW LAYS HER BURNING HEAD AND PETER TURNS HIS STEPS ASIDE INTO A SHADE OF DARKSOME TREES WHERE HE SITS DOWN HE KNOWS NOT HOW WITH HIS HANDS PRESSED AGAINST HIS BROW HIS ELBOWS ON HIS TREMULOUS KNEES
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