"
He rose and wander'd towards his home,
With grief and tearful eye,
But when he was a great way off,
His father did him spy,
And ran and fell upon his neck,
And kiss'd him o'er and o'er;
Rejoiced that he had found the son,
He thought he'd see no more.
"Go call the neighbours, send the word
Of joyful news around,
This son, once dead, now lives again,
Though lost, he now is found.
"Go call my servants, bid them here
The costliest raiment bring;
Bring shoes to put upon his feet,
And on his hand a ring.
"And let us kill the fatted calf,
And all rejoice around;
My son, though dead, now lives again,
Though lost, he now is found."
[Illustration: Healing the Blind.]
XII.
THE TEN VIRGINS.
My kingdom I will liken to
Ten virgins, who to meet
The bridegroom, with their lamps went forth,
With welcome him to greet.
Now five of them were counted _wise_,
For they provision made,
To fill and trim their lamps by night;
The others no oil had.
The bridegroom tarried very long;
This they did not expect,
Their eyes with watch had heavy grown,
They laid them down and slept.
At midnight a loud cry was heard,
"The bridegroom cometh; go
Ye out to meet him with your lamps,
And to him honour show.
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