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Rh Thou feelest faint from weariness,
 * Oh try to follow me no more;

Go home, and with thy presence bless
 * Those who thine absence there deplore."

"No weariness, O Death, I feel,
 * And how should I, when by the side

Of Satyavan? In woe and weal
 * To be a helpmate swears the bride.

This is my place; by solemn oath
 * Wherever thou conductest him

I too must go, to keep my troth;
 * And if the eye at times should brim,

'Tis human weakness, give me strength
 * My work appointed to fulfil,

That I may gain the crown at length
 * The gods give those who do their will.

The power of goodness is so great
 * We pray to feel its influence

For ever on us. It is late,
 * And the strange landscape awes my sense;

But I would fain with thee go on,
 * And hear thy voice so true and kind;

The false lights that on objects shone
 * Have vanished, and no longer blind,