THOROUGH waters, thorough nations I have come To lay last offerings at your low abode, Brother, and to appeal To ashes that were you. Since that which none can check has borne you From my regard, poor brother, these gifts take The tokens that are due To ancient pieties; But find them washed with tears, the many tears A brother shed; and now I say Farewell Henceforth and for all time, Hail, brother, and Farewell!SourceThe script ran 0.008 seconds.
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