Chapter 22 No.22

Cruel sons are ye to me, me whom ye left

Still farther to exasperate my pain;

And ever without cease ye weary me,

Taking away from me my every hope!

Why should the sense remain? oh, grasping heavens!

Wherefore these broken ruined powers, if not

To make me subject and exemplar

Of such heavy martyrdom, such lengthened pain?

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