III.

In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst,

The two were still but one,

Until the strong man drooped the first,

And felt his labours done.

Then to a trusty friend he spake,

"Across the desert wide,

O take this poor boy for my sake!"

And kissed the child and died.

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