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Mama Mada
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
To the Tune Of Complint Against the Prince
by Li Qingzhao
Over the lake the breeses come, waves expand, hight and far.
Autumn approaches its end, blossoms are scanty and fragrance rare.
Water lustrous, mountains bright -hued show their affection and friend-
liness to us mortals.
Words arenever sufficient to describe
The boundless beauty of nature, Lotus seeds are ripe, leaves are old.
Dew drops, clear and cool, have washed and duckweek flowers and
sprinkled the grass on the islets.
Heorns, resting on the sand, do not turn their heads,
As if they, too, hate to see
People leave so soon.
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