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665 Meanwhile the Ass to reach his home, [72] Is striving stoutly as he may; But, while he climbs the woody hill, The cry grows weak  and weaker still; And now at last it dies away. MEANWHILE THE ASS TO REACH HIS HOME IS STRIVING STOUTLY AS HE MAY BUT WHILE HE CLIMBS THE WOODY HILL THE CRY GROWS WEAK AND WEAKER STILL AND NOW AT LAST IT DIES AWAY
 mouth he peeps; Thence back into the moonlight creeps; Whom seeks he--whom?--the silent dead: [68] 640 His father!--Him doth he require-- Him hath he sought [69] with fruitless pains, Among the rocks, behind the trees; Now creeping on his hands and knees, Now running o'er the open plains. 645 And hither is he come at last, When he through such a day has gone, By this dark cave to be distrest Like a poor bird--her plundered nest Hovering around with dolorous moan! 650 Of that intense and piercing cry The listening Ass conjectures well; [70] Wild as it is, he there can read Some intermingled notes that plead With touches irresistible. 655 But Peter--when he saw the Ass Not only stop but turn, and change The cherished tenor of his pace That lamentable cry [71] to chase-- It wrought in him conviction strange; 660 A faith that, for the dead man's sake And this poor slave who loved him well, Vengeance upon his head will fall, Some visitation worse than all Which ever till this night befel.  BRANCH IN HAND ALL BRIGHT WITH BERRIES RIPE AND RED INTO THE CAVERN'S MOUTH HE PEEPS THENCE BACK INTO THE MOONLIGHT CREEPS WHOM SEEKS HE WHOM THE SILENT DEAD HIS FATHER HIM DOTH HE REQUIRE HIM HATH HE SOUGHT WITH FRUITLESS PAINS AMONG THE ROCKS BEHIND THE TREES NOW CREEPING ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES NOW RUNNING O'ER THE OPEN PLAINS AND HITHER IS HE COME AT LAST WHEN HE THROUGH SUCH A DAY HAS GONE BY THIS DARK CAVE TO BE DISTRESSED LIKE A POOR BIRD HER PLUNDERED NEST HOVERING AROUND WITH DOLOROUS MOAN OF THAT INTENSE AND PIERCING CRY THE LISTENING ASS CONJECTURES WELL WILD AS IT IS HE THERE CAN READ SOME INTERMINGLED NOTES THAT PLEAD WITH TOUCHES IRRESISTIBLE BUT PETER WHEN HE SAW THE ASS NOT ONLY STOP BUT TURN AND CHANGE THE CHERISHED TENOR OF HIS PACE THAT LAMENTABLE CRY TO CHASE IT WROUGHT IN HIM CONVICTION STRANGE A FAITH THAT FOR THE DEAD MAN'S SAKE AND THIS POOR SLAVE WHO LOVED HIM WELL VENGEANCE UPON HIS HEAD WILL FALL SOME VISITATION WORSE THAN ALL WHICH EVER TILL THIS NIGHT BEFELL
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