So having said, she knit
Her body up to work her soul’s desire,
And rush at once amid the thickest fire.
A sudden cry withheld her, . . Kailyal, stay!
Child! Daughter! I am here! the voice exclaims,
And from the gate, unharm’d, through smoke and flames
Like as a God, Ladurlad made his way;
Wrapt his preserving arms around, and bore
His Child, uninjur’d, o’er the burning floor.