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316                                LILITH
' You would only have found that she was no longer in your arms.'
' That would have been worse !'
' It is, perhaps, to think of ; but to see it would not have troubled you.'
' Dear father,' I said, how is it that I am not sleepy ? I thought I should go to sleep like the Little Ones the moment I laid my head down !'
' Your hour is not quite come. You must have food ere you sleep.'
' Ah, I ought not to have lain down without your leave, for I cannot sleep without your help ! I will get up at once !'
But I found my own weight more than I could move.
There is no need: we will serve you here,' he answered. '—You do not feel cold, do you ?
Not too cold to lie still, but perhaps too cold to eat!' He came to the side of my couch, bent over me, and
breathed on my heart. At once I was warm.
As he left me, I heard a voice, and knew it was the Mother's. She was singing, and her song was sweet and soft and low, and I thought she sat by my bed in the dark ; but ere it ceased, her song soared aloft, and seemed to come from the throat of a woman-angel, high above all the region larks, higher than man had ever yet lifted up his heart. I heard every word she sang, but could keep only this:—
' Many a wrong, and its curing song;
Many a road, and many an inn; Boom to roam, but only one home For all the world to win 1'
and I thought I had heard the song before.
Then the three came to my couch together, bringing
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