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, Thou lookest up to where thy Son is slain! Thou seest the Father; The sad sighs gather, And bear aloft thy sorrow and his pain! Ah, past guessing, Beyond expressing, The pangs that wring my flesh and bone! Why this anxious heart so burneth, Why it trembleth, why it yearneth, Knowest thou, and thou alone! Where'er I go, what sorrow, What woe, what woe and sorrow Within my bosom aches! Alone, and ah! unsleeping, I'm weeping, weeping, weeping,-- The heart within me breaks. The pots before my window, Alas! my tears did wet, As in the early morning For thee these flowers I set. Within my lonely chamber The morning sun shone red: I sat in utter sorrow, Already on my bed. Help! rescue me from death and stain! O Maiden! Thou sorrow-laden, Incline thy countenance upon my pain! IN THE DUNGEON FAUST _With a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an iron door_ A shudder, long unfelt, comes o'er me; Mankind's collected woe o'erwhelms me here. She dwells within the dark, damp walls before me, And all her crime was a delusion dear! What! I delay to free her? I dread, once again to see her? On! my shrinking but lingers Death more near. [_He grasps the lock: the sound of singing is heard inside._] _My mother the harlot, Who put me to death; My father the varlet, Who eaten me hath! Little sister, so good, Laid my bones in the wood, In the damp moss and clay: Then was I a beautiful bird o' the wood: Fly away! Fly away!_ FAUST [_unlocking_] She does not dream her lover listens near; That he the rattling chain, the rustling straw, can hear. MARGARET [_hiding herself on the pallet_] Woe! woe! They come. O death of bitterness! FAUST [_whispering_] Hush! hush! The hour is come that frees thee. MARGARET [_throwing herself before him_] Art thou a man? then pity my distress! FAUST Thy cries will wake the guards, and they will seize thee! [_He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them._ MARGARET [_on her knees_] Who, headsman! unto thee such power Over me could give? Thou'rt come for me at midnight hour: Have mercy on me; let me liv
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