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She beheld her children's flesh dissolving around the fire; and their extremities quivering on the ground, and the flesh of their heads dropped forwards down to their beards, like masks.
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O thou mother, who wast tried at this time with bitterer pangs than those of parturition!
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O thou only woman who hast brought forth perfect holiness!
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Thy first-born, expiring, turned thee not; nor the second, looking miserable in his torments; nor the third, breathing out his soul.
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Nor when thou didst behold the eyes of each of them looking sternly upon their tortures, and their nostrils foreboding death, didst thou weep!
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When thou didst see children's flesh heaped upon children's flesh that had been torn off, heads decapitated upon heads, dead falling upon the dead, and a choir of children turned through torture into a burying ground, thou lamentedst not.
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Not so do siren melodies, or songs of swans, attract the hearers to listening, O voices of children calling upon your mother in the midst of torments!
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With what and what manner of torments was the mother herself tortured, as her sons were undergoing the wheel and the fires!
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But religious reasoning, having strengthened her courage in the midst of sufferings, enabled her to forego, for the time, parental love.
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Although beholding the destruction of seven children, the noble mother, after one embrace, stripped off through faith in God.
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For just as in a council-room, beholding in her own soul vehement counsellors, nature and parentage and love of her children, and the racking of her children,