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At that unwonted call with quickened pace The matron hurried thither, half in fear. How strange to Monnema a stranger's face! How strange it was a stranger's voice to hear, How strangely to her disaccustomed ear Came even the accents of her native tongue! But when she saw her countrymen appear, Tears for that unexpected blessing sprung, And once again she felt as if her heart were young.

Soon was her melancholy story told, And glad consent unto that Father good Was given, that they to join his happy fold Would leave with him their forest solitude. Why comes not now Yeruti from the wood? Why tarrieth he so late this blessed day? They long to see their joy in his renew'd, And look impatiently toward his way, And think they hear his step, and chide his long delay.