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Wrapt somehow in their godless rites;
 Till, rites at end, up-waking, lo
They lift their faces! What delights
 The mourners as they turn to go?

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"Ha, ha, he, he! On just the side
 They drew their purse-strings to make quit
Of Mary,—Christ the Crucified
 Fronted them now—these biters bit!
Never was such a hiss and snort,
 Such screwing nose and shooting lip!
Their purchase—honey in report—
 Proved gall and verjuice at first sip!