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38 For thee and him beneath the spreading tree) Now quickly raise the pile for Love and me! And in thy mercy gentle breezes send To fan the flame that wafts away thy friend, And shorten the sad moments that divide Impatient from his  side; Set water near us in a single urn, We'll sip in heaven from the same in turn, And to his spirit let tliine offering be Sprays fresh and lovely from the Mango tree, Culled when the round young buds begin to swell, For  loved those fragrant blossoms well."

A heavenly voice breathed round her from above As thus complained in faithful love. Falling in pity like the gentle rain That brings the dying herbs to life again: — " Bride of the flower-armed God, thy lord shall be Not ever distant, ever deaf to thee; Give me thine ear, sad lady, I will tell Why perished, whom thou lovedst well — The Lord of Life in every troubled sense Too warmly felt his fair child's influence; He quenched the fire, but mighty vengeance came On , fanner of the unholy flame; When by her penance won has led daughter to her bridal bed, His bliss to  shall the God repay And give again the form he snatched away. Thus did the gracious God, at ' prayer, The term of  sad punishment declare—