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Don't Linger, Sweet Brother

Donít Linger, Sweet Brother


Why dost thou linger, small brother, my brother,
linger this side of the sea?
Here darkness would take thee, fell memíries consume thee;
of the weight of the Burden be free!
There they would delight to give comfort and guidance,
and the Light of thy Joy all wouldst see.
And if I must lose thee, mayíst thou lose thy terrors.
To fulfillment, not death, Iíd give thee.

Why do you stay here, sweet Master, (my brother,)
When itís amongst Elves you should be?
I see you failing, and Elrond could help you
if to the Elvesí vale youíd but flee.
By old Mister Bilbo you again could find laughter,
and from the weight of the Ring youíd be free.
Go now, sweet Master, and again joy might find you.
Donít stay here to die ícause of me.

Why donít you go there, my sweet cousin-brother,
to the land of the Elves and be free?
I see you weaken and how your joys leave you.
Itís you healed and happy Iíd see!
I donít wish to lose you, to lose your sweet presence,
but no other choice can there be;
If youíre to be happy and once more know laughter
I know that once more youíll leave me.

A Took and a fool ever Gandalf has called me,
yet even as fool I can see
that here your Light weakens, your happiness lessens;
each day one more loss there will be.
I know not what waits you, there in the future;
only small glimpses I see.
But whatís offered, please take it, I beg of you plainly,
whatever that Wisdom gives thee.

Weíve ever loved you, our own sonís near brother,
yet once more we must set you free
before we destroy you by holding too closely
the beauty weíve eíer seen in thee.
We know not what caused the loss of your laughter,
but itís not to the grave we would see
you brought far too early, shorn of your joy.
Of the Burden, sweet Frodo, go free.

Why dost thou linger, O sweet child of Eru?
Of pain there and grief youíd be free!
The gift, it is offered; itís yours for the taking
if youíll but go over the Sea.
There we would greet thee, and fete thee, and hold thee,
and seat thee there íneath the Tree
And shine up thy Light and see it blaze brightly,
and to wondrous delight weíd give thee!

Why dost thou linger, my husbandís sweet brother?
In heart and in Light twins you be.
Weíd see thee fulfilled, in blest beauty rejoicing,
of the weight of the Burden made free.
You fade now and taste not the great joy unbridled
from conception prepared just for thee.
I beg thee, donít linger aught more than thou must.
Taste life ere the Shadow takes thee.

Come hither, my child, my wonder, my own.
Your Light bright and shining Iíd see.
Ere you think to let loose of the land of the living,
let your happiness rekindled be.
I made thee for gladness, for wonder, for singing,
a beacon of Joy all might see.
The path, it lies open, the way set before you
that leads through rejoicing to Me.

Donít think to linger, sweet Frodo, our brother,
donít linger this side of the Sea.
The Creator will grant you far more than youíd think
once you of the pain are made free.
Valar and Maiar and Eldar would honor
all you were created to be.
So donít think to linger, sweet Frodo, our brother.
Thy life, itís now offered to thee.

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