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MISERICORDIA.
Misericordia!
Weep with me.
Waneth the dusk light;
Strange the tree;
In regions barbarous
Lost are we.
I, Glycera,
And Silas here,
Who hath hid in sleep
His eyes from fear;
Wan-wide are mine
With a tear.
Misericordia!
Was I born
Only to pluck
Disaster's thorn?
Only to stray
Forlorn?
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