'A glorious boy,' he cried, 'and what the name?'
Angry I growl'd, 'My spirit cease to tease,
Name it yourselves,—Cain, Judas, if you please;
His father's give him—should you that explore,
The devil's or yours,' I said, and sought the door.
My tender partner not a word or sigh
Gives to my wrath, nor to my speech reply;
But takes her comforts, triumphs in my pain,
And looks undaunted for a birth again."
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