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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
His hand upon my brow, he then replied
In loving tones, seating me at his side,
‘ Nothing there is to you I can deny.”
‘ The son of Brihaspati,” answered I,
“ Stands at your door, and begs admittance here,
To learn from you.” Ah me! this many a year
Has fled since then, though in my memory yet
It seems the morning of a day scarce set!
KACH Me in their rage the Daityas thrice have slain, But you, dear lady, brought to life again,’ The memory of vour gracious kindness still My heart with endless gratitude shall fill.
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