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 Lest thou shouldst find the silent grassy glade

Where offerings are laid,

Bowls of spring water mingled with sweet mead.

Thou must not stay,

Come, come away,

Tired wanderer, dost thou heed?

(We are far off, but sure our voice can reach.)

If aught thou wouldst beseech,

Speak where ’tis right; till then refrain from speech.

Daughter, what counsel should we now pursue?

We must obey and do as here they do.

Thy hand then!

Here, O father, is my hand,

O Sirs, if I come forth at your command,

Let me not suffer for my confidence.

Against thy will no man shall drive thee hence.

Shall I go further?

Aye. 161