Hath sent the dearest of my children to me?
Is it not so?
Creon.—It is so. I am he who gives thee this,
Knowing the joy thou hadst in them of old.
Œdipus.—Good luck have thou! And may the Powers on high
Guard thy path better than they guarded mine!
Where are ye, O my children? Come, oh! come
To these your brother’s hands, which but now tore
Your father’s eyes, that once were bright to see,
Who, O my children, blind and knowing naught,