With her last strength, she says becauseHer room had now grown icy cold, she thenDragged herself to the latrine and thereGave birth as best she could(not knowing when)But toward morning. She says she was alreadyQuite distracted and could barely holdThe child for snow came into the latrineAnd her fingers were half numb with cold.You, too, I beg you, check your wrath and scornFor man needs help from every creature born.。

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