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Rh We lay thy little servant at thy feet, Knowing him safe with thee.

(In a low voice):

...To be with her Before her crescent wax to full of moon, She promis'd it, and she her promise keeps. Goddess, my Lady, all the pain is past, I never knew my mother, but you lean Over me, motherly, hushing me to sleep. Good-night, good rest, good fortune.

(Dies.)

(Covers his face):

Gentle boy, Your life, all service, all devotion, You liv'd so near the Gods, but little space You need to travel 'ere you be with them.