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 banks of the Ying, and there await the end, teaching my son and thy son, if haply they may grow up,―my daughter and thy daughter, until their day of marriage comes. Alas! though words fail, love endureth. Dost thou hear, or dost thou not hear? Woe is me: Heaven bless thee! 

  

