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 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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