She was singing, and her song was sweet and soft and low, and I thought she sat by my bed in the dark; but ere it ceased, her song soared aloft, and seemed to come from the throat of a woman-angel, high above all the region of larks, higher than man had ever yet lifted up his heart.

I heard every word she sang, but could keep only this:-- "Many a wrong, and its curing song; Many a road, and many an inn; Room to roam, but only one home For all the world to win!" and I thought I had heard the song before.
Then the three came to my couch together, bringing me bread and wine, and I sat up to partake of it.

Adam stood on one side of me, Eve and Mara on the other.
"You are good indeed, father Adam, mother Eve, sister Mara," I said, "to receive me! In my soul I am ashamed and sorry!" "We knew you would come again!" answered Eve.
"How could you know it ?" I returned.
"Because here was I, born to look after my brothers and sisters!" answered Mara with a smile.
"Every creature must one night yield himself and lie down," answered Adam: "he was made for liberty, and must not be left a slave!" "It will be late, I fear, ere all have lain down!" I said.
"There is no early or late here," he rejoined.

"For him the true time then first begins who lays himself down.

Men are not coming home fast; women are coming faster.