[Falling to his knees with a groan] Mother, spirit of eternal kindness. Mother, you give me back my lost world.
[The mother folds him in her arms, and clasps him without speaking for a time. Tremblingly she strokes his head and his body again and again. At length, as she looks at him, a strange glow of happiness lights up her face, and she speaks to him in a plaintive chant]
The Mother
Child of my heart, whom the world thrusts aloof,
Had you but stayed with me, ne’er left my roof!
Home now returning, find peace in my arms,
They hold you once more, son, safe from all harms.
Tranquilly cradled, unscathed shall you bide,
Keeping the house, no more ranging wide.
Tenderly stroking your brow and your hair,