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12 She said, and meekly looked to both.
 * The father, though he patient heard,

To give the sanction still seemed loth,
 * But Narad Muni took the word.

"Bless thee, my child! 'Tis not for us
 * To question the Almighty will,

Though cloud on cloud loom ominous,
 * In gentle rain they may distil."

At this, the monarch—"Be it so!
 * I sanction what my friend approves;

All praise to Him, whom praise we owe;
 * My child shall wed the youth she loves."