Where God heard their father's voice.
To the sacred precincts hasten !
There, in memory of the dead
Whose pure life was but this lesson :
'Help thy brother in his need' —
Pious hands for desert ranger
Store have left of choicest fruit,
And to bless the thirsty stranger
Bared the spring to its deep root.*
Thither Melleff anxious flieth,
And beneath the welcome shade
Which the narrow dome supplieth,
Softly lays the unconscious maid ;
Then in trembling haste he bringeth
Water from the scanty well,
And the cooling drops he flingeth
O'er her, wake her like a spell.
Starting up, she names her father —
"Gerda, why hast left me so ?"
* See Appendix IX.