THOROUGH waters, thorough nations I have come
To lay last offerings at your low abode,
Brother, and to appeal
To ashes that were you.
Since that which none can check has borne you
From my regard, poor brother, these gifts take
The tokens that are due
To ancient pieties;
But find them washed with tears, the many tears
A brother shed; and now I say Farewell
Henceforth and for all time,
Hail, brother, and Farewell!
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