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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
Ah, in deep distress,
Bowed with your heavy tasks, in loneliness,
In grief of exile, Brahmin, passed away
Your time with us. But was there no one, say,
The thought of whom would make your exile light
And fill the house with joy? Far as we might,
We honoured you, our guest, neath this poor roof,
We gave our all. Ev’n so, your mind aloof
Asked, ‘‘ Where shall I the bliss of heaven obtain?
Where see the laughing countenances again
Of heaven’s coquettes?’’ My earnest hope is this,
That, now returning to your realm of bliss,
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