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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
—So falls on, kisses it till all the couchIs moistened with the eyes' sad overflow.But, when of many tears she had her fill,She flings from off the couch, goes headlong forth,Yet,—forth the chamber,—still keeps turning backAnd casts her on the couch again once more.Her children, clinging to their mother's robe,Wept meanwhile: but she took them in her arms,And, as a dying woman might, embracedNow one and now the other: 'neath the roof,All of the household servants wept as well,Moved to compassion for their mistress; sheExtended her right hand to all and each,And there was no one of such low degreeShe spoke not to nor had an answer from.Such are the evils in Admetos' house.Dying,—why, he had died; but, living, gainsSuch grief as this he never will forget!"
