1. Utsowa ni wa Shitagai nagara, Awao we Tosa wa min we Sust Water, so soft that it will take the shape Of goblet, bowl, or cup, to suit the taste Of every hand that pours it; yet, withal,, Mighty to percolate the close-grained Rock That makes the frame-work of the Eternal Hills.
2. Hitori tatou Mi to narishi ko we Osanashi to Omou ya ova no Kokoro natu ran.
Such is a father's heart, that though his son Grow to man's years and learn to stand alone: Yet in his eyes, be still remains " boy.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.