Canto XXIV.The Spells. Vaśishṭha thus was speaking still: The monarch,of his own free will, Bade with quick zeal and joyful cheer Ráma and Lakshmaṇhasten near. Mother and sire in loving care Sped their dear son with rite and prayer: Vaśishṭha blessed him ere he went; O'er his loved head the father bent, And then to Kuśik's son resigned Ráma with Lakshmaṇclose behind. Standing by Viśvámitra's side, The youthful hero,lotus-eyed, The Wind-God saw,and sent a breeze Whose sweet pure touch just waved the trees. There fell from heaven a flowery rain, And with the song and dance the strain Of shell