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8072	Rabb, Kate Milner	National Epics			.txt	text/plain	133807	8323	84	Long on the river's cooling brink hast thou been sporting in thy joy. Thy mother's fainting spirits sink in fear for thee; but thou, my boy, Turn thou on me, whose fated day is come, thy all-consuming rage!' "'Was not thy mother once, my son, than life itself more dear to thee? Who now shall soothe like thee, my son, with fondling hand, my aged To-morrow forth we all will set,--thy mother and myself and thou: So, sorrowing for thy son shalt thou at life's last close repose in the few years promised the man who dares to meet the gods in battle, the "The gods have granted thee high rank and rule, but thou hast no I hear thy cries as thou art borne away!" clasp thy loved hands and exchange true words with thee?" "So long as the heavens revolve, may thou be established in thy place! That, with God's pleasure, thou live-out thy day;	./cache/8072.txt	./txt/8072.txt