human
Mother, she said, hesitatingly--
gpt
It is too cold for thee, my child, replied Anunda.
human
Come, Tara, come on; the hymn will be finished ere we can join--come.
gpt
No, mother, I am hot--burning; something urges me to the well, and I cannot resist it. Mother, I must be pure before the shrine. May I go?
human
The spirit of the goddess is with her, truly, thought her mother.
gpt
Go, Tara, it may refresh thee, she said;
human
Holy Mother, do what thou wilt with me; take me, leave me, or use me as thou wilt, but do not cast me away! Behold, I come!