He wander'd day & night to him both day & night were dark
The sun he felt but the bright moon was now a useless globe
O'er 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.
Soon as the blind wanderer enter'd the pleasant gardens of Har
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."
"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!"
"A wanderer. I beg for food. you see I cannot weep:
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.
"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!"
Mnetha said come in aged wanderer tell us of thy name.
"Why shouldest thou conceal thyself from those of thine own flesh?"
"I am not of this region. said Tiriel dissemblingly,
"I am an aged wanderer once father of a race
"Far in the north. but they were wicked & were all destroy'd,
"And I their father sent an outcast. I have told you all
Ask me no more I pray for grief hath seald my precious sight."
"O Lord!" said Mnetha how I tremble! are there then more people,
"More human creatures on this earth beside the sons of Har?"
"No more," said Tiriel, "but I, remain on all this globe;
"And I remain an outcast; hast thou any thing to drink?"
Then Mnetha gave him milk & fruits. & they sat down together.