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 Bathed his shining feet with their tears, and anointed his tresses With the delicious balm that they bore in their vases of crystal. “Farewell!” said the priest, as he stood at the shadowy threshold; “See that you bring back the Prodigal Son from his fasting and famine, And, too, the Foolish Virgin, who slept when the bridegroom was coming.” “Farewell!” answered the maiden, and, smiling, with Basil descended Down to the river's brink, where the boatmen already were waiting. Thus beginning their journey with morning, and sunshine, and gladness, Swiftly they followed the flight of him who was speeding before them, Blown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the desert.