thou hast destroyed the fiend Anrekh.  Thou art the King of the South and of the North, and thou goest forth from Tatchesert.  May there never be a moment in thy life when I do not fill thy heart, O my divine brother, my lord who goest forth from Aqert....  My arms are raised to protect thee, O thou whom I love.  I love thee, O Husband, Brother, lord of love; come thou in peace into thy house....  Thy hair is like turquoise as thou comest forth from the Fields of Turquoise, thy hair is like unto the finest lapis-lazuli, and thou thyself art more blue than thy hair.  Thy skin and body are like southern alabaster, and thy bones are of silver.  The perfume of thy hair is like unto new myrrh, and thy skull is of lapis-lazuli.”

The third work, “The Book of making splendid the Spirit of Osiris,” was also sung at the great festival of Osiris that took place during the November-December at Abydos and other great towns in Egypt, and if it were sung on behalf of any man, the resurrection and life, constantly renewed, of that man were secured for his soul and spirit.  This Book, written in hieratic, is found in a papyrus in Paris, and the following extract will illustrate its contents:  “Come to thy house, come to thy house, O An.  Come to thy house, O Beautiful Bull, lord of men and women, the beloved one, the lord of women.  O Beautiful Face, Chief of Akert, Prince, Khenti Amentiu, are not all hearts drunk through the love of thee, O Un-Nefer, whose word is truth?  The hands of men and gods are lifted up and seek thee, even as the hands of a babe are stretched out to his mother.  Come thou to them, for their hearts are sad, and make them to rejoice.  The lands of Horus exult, the domains of Set are overthrown because of their fear of thee.  Hail, Osiris Khenti Amentiu!  I am thy sister Isis.  No god and no goddess have done for thee what I have done.  I, a woman, made a man child for thee, because of my desire to make thy name to live upon the earth.  Thy divine essence was in my body, I brought him forth on the ground.  He pleaded thy case, he healed thy suffering, he decreed the destruction of him that caused it.  Set fell under his knife, and the Smamiu fiends of Set followed him.  The throne of the Earth-god is thine, O thou who art his beloved son....  There is health in thy members, thy wounds are healed, thy sufferings are relieved, thou shalt never groan again in pain.  Come to us thy sisters, come to us; our hearts will live when thou comest.  Men shall cry out to thee, and women shall weep glad tears, at thy coming to them....  The Nile appeareth at the command of thy mouth; thou makest men to live on the effluxes that proceed from thy members, and thou makest every field to flourish.  When thou comest that which is dead springeth into life, and the plants in the marshes put forth blossoms.  Thou art the Lord of millions of years, the sustainer of wild creatures, and the lord of cattle; every created thing hath its existence from thee.  What is in