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Tristis Erinnys / Praetulit infaustas sanguinolenta faces. / Ovid. / (Erinnys, doleful and bloody, extends the unblessed torches.)
And they placed the child in the father's arms! As silently he bent over it, tears -- tears, how human! -- fell from his eyes like rain! And the little one smiled through the tears that bathed its cheeks! Ah, with what happy tears we welcome the stranger into our sorrowing world! With what agonising tears we dismiss the stranger back to the angels! Unselfish joy; but how selfish is the sorrow!