63Canto LXIII. The Hermit's Son.But soon by rankling grief oppressed The king awoke from troubled rest, And his sad heart was tried again With anxious thought where all was pain. Ráma and Lakshmaṇ's mournful fate On Daśaratha, good and great As Indra, pressed with crushing weight, As when the demon's might assails The Sun-God, and his glory pales. Ere yet the sixth long night was spent, Since Ráma to the woods was sent, The king at midnight sadly thought Of the old crime his hand had wrought, And thus to Queen Kauśalyá cried Who still for Ráma moaned and sighed: “If