That seem’d like laughter first, but ended soon
In hollow groans supprest; the Musselman
Shrunk at the ghastly sound, and magnified
The name of Allah as he hasten’d on.
A Christian woman spinning at her door
Beheld him, and, with sudden pity touch’d
She laid her spindle by, and running in
Took bread, and following after call’d him back,
And placing in his passive hands the loaf,
She said, Christ Jesus for his mother’s sake