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Rh "It is not for the living—hear!
 * To follow where the dead must go,

Thy duty lies before thee clear,
 * What thou shouldst do, the Shasters show.

The funeral rites that they ordain
 * And sacrifices must take up

Thy first sad moments; not in vain
 * Is held to thee this bitter cup;

Its lessons thou shalt learn in time!
 * All that thou canst do, thou hast done

For thy dear lord. Thy love sublime
 * My deepest sympathy hath won.

Return, for thou hast come as far
 * As living creature may. Adieu!

Let duty be thy guiding star,
 * As ever. To thyself be true!"

"Where'er my husband dear is led,
 * Or journeys of his own free will,

I too must go, though darkness spread
 * Across my path, portending ill,

'Tis thus my duty I have read!
 * If I am wrong, oh! with me bear;

But do not bid me backward tread
 * My way forlorn,—for I can dare