Canto XXV.The Hermitage Of Love. Soon as appeared the morning light Up rose the mighty anchorite, And thus to youthful Ráma said, Who lay upon his leafy bed: “High fate is hers who calls thee son: Arise,'tis break of day; Rise,Chief,and let those rites be done Due at the morning's ray.”151 At that great sage's high behest Up sprang the princely pair, To bathing rites themselves addressed, And breathed the holiest prayer. Their morning task completed,they To Viśvámitra came That store of holy works,to pay The worship saints may claim. Then to the hallowed spot they went Along fair Sarjú's