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SAINT MAURA.
So do not pity me. It made me pray;Forget my shame in pain, and pain in you,And you in God: and once, when I looked down,And saw an ugly sight—so many wounds!'What matter?' thought I. 'His dear eyes are dark;For them alone I kept these limbs so white—A foolish pride! As God wills now. 'Tis just.' But then the judge spoke out in haste: 'She is mad,Or fenced by magic arts! She feels no pain!'He did not know I was on fire within:Better he should not; so his sin was less:Then he cried fiercely, 'Take the slave away,And crucify her by her husband's side!'And at those words a film came on my face—A sickening rush of joy—was that the end?That my reward? I rose, and tried to go—But all the eyes had vanished, and the judge;And all the buildings melted into mist:So how they brought me here I cannot tell—Here, here, by you, until the judgment-day,
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