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204 Forget it not, but bear his parpose so Forever in thy mind by day and night. Observe a pious fast, be whole again, Hasten to purge thy heart of every stain. No more from prayer and penitence refrain, But turn unto thy Grod by day and night He speaks: "My son, yea, I will send thee aid. Bend thou thy steps to me, be not afraid. No nearer friend than I am, hast thou made, Possess thy soul in patience one more night.

My thoughts impelled me to the resting-place Where sleep my parents, many a friend and brother. I asked them (no one heard and none replied) : " Do ye forsake me, too, oh father, mother ? " Then from the grave, without a tongue, these cried. And showed my own place waiting by their side. The long-closed door, oh open it again, send me back once more my fawn that had fled. On the day of our reunion, thou shalt rest by my side, there wilt thou shed over me the streams of thy delicious perfume.