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"Now help me, Jesus!" loud she cries,And loud on God she calls;Then from the grasp of RudigerThe little infant falls.
And loud he shriek'd, for now his frameThe huge black arms clasp'd round,And dragg'd the wretched RudigerAdown the dark profound.1796. 
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