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Rh Faint—but it beat: at which his own began To pulse with such a vehemence that it drown'd The feebler motion underneath his hand. But when at last his doubts were satisfied, He raised her softly from the sepulchre, And, wrapping her all over with the cloak He came in, and now striding fast, and now Sitting awhile to rest, but evermore Holding his golden burthen in his arms, So bore her thro' the solitary land Back to the mother's house where she was born.

There the good mother's kindly ministering, With half a night's appliances, recall'd Her fluttering life: she rais'd an eye that ask'd 'Where?' till the things familiar to her youth Had made a silent answer: then she spoke 'Here! and how came I here? and learning it