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“And heav’enwards to the clear and chryst’alline skies, raising her eyne with piteous tears bestainèd; her eyne, because her hands with cruel ties one of the wicked Ministers constrainèd: And gazing on her babes in wistful guise, whose pretty forms she loved with love unfeignèd, whose orphan’d lot the Mother filled with dread, unto their cruel grandsire thus she said—