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 By priestly hand were lavishly out-poured

Upon the shroud of him whom all deplored.

Around the pyre, with measured step and slow,

His comrades, arms reversed, must three times go

Unto the left, anear the funeral bed,

That evil spirits might not reach the dead.

Thrice round they went, their object to attain,

All chanting as they marched, a solemn strain.

At signal given by trumpets' ringing sound,

Hushed was the wailing of the crowd around.

Móo grasped the torch that would, from body dead,

Release the soul yet linked to funeral bed.

Alone she set ablaze the corners four—

A sacred right none could dispute, nay more!—

Her duty 'twas as true and loving wife,

To light the wood, speeding the soul to life

Or dreamless sleep, the Will Supreme to bide.

The multitude, when Móo the torch applied,

Upon their knees, their brows to earth, were bowed

Until the priests, "Arise! All's well!" cried loud.

The priests and mourners now, each one in place,

Around the pyre, with sad and measured pace,

Unto the right, three times the way must tread;

To honor thus the memory of their dead.