of your dead carcases annoying man & beast

Till your white bones are bleachd with age for a memorial.

No your remembrance shall perish. for when your carcases

Lie stinking on the earth. the buriers shall arise from the east

50  And. not a bone of all the sons of Tiriel remain

Bury your mother but you cannot bury the curse of Tiriel

He ceast & darkling oer the mountains sought his pathless way

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He wanderd day & night to him both day & night were dark

The sun he felt but the bright moon was now a useless globe

Oer mountains & thro vales of woe. the blind & aged man

Wanderd till he that leadeth all. led him to the vales of Har

And Har & Heva like two children sat beneath the Oak

Mnetha now aged waited on them. & brought them food & clothing

But they were as the shadow of Har. & as the years forgotten

Playing with flowers. & running after birds they spent the day

And in the night like infants slept delighted with infant dreams

10  Soon as the blind wanderer enterd the pleasant gardens of Har

[The aged father & mother saw him as they sat at play]

They ran weeping like frighted infants for refuge in Mnethas arms

The blind man felt his way & cried peace to these open doors

Let no one fear for poor blind Tiriel hurts none but himself

Tell me O friends where am I now. & in what pleasant place

This is the valley of Har said Mnetha & this the tent of Har

Who art thou poor blind man. that takest the name of Tiriel on thee

Tiriel is king of all the west. who art thou I am Mnetha

And this is Har & Heva. trembling like infants by my side

20  I know Tiriel is king of the west & there he lives in joy

No matter who I am O Mnetha. if thou hast any food

Give it me. for I cannot stay my journey is far from hence

Then Har said O my mother Mnetha venture not so near him

For he is the king of rotten wood & of the bones of death

He wanders. without eyes. & passes thro thick walls & doors

Thou shalt not smite my mother Mnetha O thou eyeless man

[O venerable O most piteous O most woeful day]

A wanderer. I beg for food. you see I cannot weep

[But I can kneel down at your door. I am a harmless man]

30  I cast away my staff the kind companion of my travel

And I kneel down that you may see I am a harmless man

He kneeled down & Mnetha said Come Har & Heva rise

He is an innocent old man & hungry with his travel

Then Har arose & laid his hand upon old Tiriels head

God bless thy poor bald pate. God bless. thy hollow winking eyes

God bless thy shriveld beard. God. bless. thy many wrinkled forehead

Thou hast no teeth old man & thus I kiss thy sleek bald head

Heva come kiss his bald head for he will not hurt us Heva

Then Heva came & took old Tiriel in her mothers arms

40  Bless thy poor eyes old man. & bless the old father of Tiriel

Thou art my Tiriels old father. I know thee thro thy wrinkles

Because thou smellest. like the figtree. thou smellest like ripe figs

How didst thou lose thy eyes old Tiriel. bless thy wrinkled face

[The aged Tiriel could not speak his heart was full of grief He strove against his rising passions.