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something must be done, My little Rachel, you must run,   Some willing neighbour must be found. 1060 "Make haste  my little Rachel  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." SOMETHING MUST BE DONE MY LITTLE RACHEL YOU MUST RUN SOME WILLING NEIGHBOUR MUST BE FOUND MAKE HASTE MY LITTLE RACHAEL 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
best way that he could, His tale did Peter tell. 1030 He trembles--he is pale as death; His voice is weak with perturbation; He turns aside his head, he pauses; Poor Peter from a thousand causes, Is crippled sore in his narration. 1035 At length she learned how he espied The Ass in that small meadow-ground; And that her Husband now lay dead, Beside that luckless river's bed In which he had been drowned. 1040 A piercing look the Widow [113] cast Upon the Beast that near her stands; She sees 'tis he, that 'tis the same; She calls the poor Ass by his name, And wrings, and wrings her hands. 1045 "O wretched loss--untimely stroke! If he had died upon his bed! He knew not one forewarning pain; He never will come home again-- Is dead, for ever dead!" 1050 Beside the Woman Peter stands; His heart is opening more and more; A holy sense pervades his mind; He feels what he for human-kind Had never felt before. 1055 At length, by Peter's arm sustained, The Woman rises from the ground-- "Oh, mercy! E FOR HE IS DEAD I KNOW IT WELL AT THIS SHE WEPT A BITTER FLOOD AND IN THE BEST WAY THAT HE COULD HIS TALE DID PETER TELL HE TREMBLES HE IS PALE AS DEATH HIS VOICE IS WEAK WITH PERTURBATION HE TURNS ASIDE HIS HEAD HE PAUSES POOR PETER FROM A THOUSAND CAUSES IS CRIPPLED SORE IN HIS NARRATION AT LENGTH SHE LEARNED HOW HE HAS SPIED THE ASS IN THAT SMALL MEADOW GROUND AND THAT HER HUSBAND NOW LAY DEAD BESIDE THAT LUCKLESS RIVER'S BED IN WHICH HE HAD BEEN DROWNED A PIERCING LOOK THE WIDOW CAST UPON THE BEAST THAT NEAR HER STANDS SHE SEIZED TIS HE THAT TIS THE SAME SHE CALLS THE POOR ASS BY HIS NAME AND RINGS AND WRINGS HER HANDS O WRETCHED LOSS UNTIMELY STROKE IF HE HAD DIED UPON HIS BED HE KNEW NOT ONE FOREWARNING PAIN HE NEVER WILL COME HOME AGAIN IS DEAD FOREVER DEAD BESIDE THE WOMAN PETER STANDS HIS HEART IS OPENING MORE AND MORE A HOLY SENSE PERVADES HIS MIND HE FEELS WHAT HE FOR HUMANKIND HAD NEVER FELT BEFORE AT LENGTH BY PETER'S ARM SUSTAINED THE WOMAN RISES FROM THE GROUND OH MERCY
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