illa manu ceu vivum amplexa reportat insternitque toris riparum atque umida siccat mollibus ora comis, atque haec ululatibus addit: hoc tibi semidei munus tribuere parentes nec mortalis avus? sic nostro in gurgite regnas? mitior heu misero discors alienaque tellus, mitior unda maris, quae iuxta flumina corpus rettulit et miseram visa exspectasse parentem.
Embracing him as though he were alive, she brings him back, lays him on the banks couch and dries his wet face with her soft hair. And this she adds to her cries of woe: Is this the gift your demigod parents  bestowed upon you, and your immortal grandsire?  Thus do you reign in our flood? Gentler to the unfortunate, alas, this discordant, alien earth, gentler the seas wave that beside the river brought your body back and seemed to be waiting for your hapless mother.
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