Fro rae "Jarax Dary Mart. Turoven fiercely blowing winds of war, Through clouds that hovered near and far, (Though I'm worthy of praise beyond a doubt) I want you to look away, and see The things I am going to talk about, Instead of me. jen saw thy Look. here's a woman: she's wrinkled and old; Her face is furrowed, her hands are Yet through the darkness falling dread, cold, The blade that lashed, the wound that She has only one dress, the rest are bled sold, Were in the path where Honour led—Her fire is out, she has no food. Banzai, Japan And there she sits in mournful mood Her only son has gone, yon see, Comes now again the crucial hour!
To fight far off for his dear coun tree, Reveal once more the hero's power-—And she's none upon earth to whom to Bloom forth, O mountain cherry-flee, flower!"
But you and me.
Banzai, Japan 3 And there, again, is a wife, alone True knight art thou of Asian land—In her silent house; her husband's With sunward brow, undaunted stand gone The heavy cares of the house oppress Her sad, brave, heart; and at her knee in much distress, Hiung'ring, at least for a loving caress:—For husband and father have gone, yon see,
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