Ode Which, at a Parting Feast, the Emperor Shomu Condescended to Compose for Three Nobles About to Start on Their Several Circuits Through the Provinces
If, like loyal men, ye up and carry
To far realms your sov'reign lord's behest,
I within these halls of bliss may tarry,
I my hands may fold upon my breast.
O'er your heads my sacred hands, extended,
Shall caress, shall bless each faithful soul:
When ye come again, your labours ended,
I, the king, will fill again this bowl.
To far realms your sov'reign lord's behest,
I within these halls of bliss may tarry,
I my hands may fold upon my breast.
O'er your heads my sacred hands, extended,
Shall caress, shall bless each faithful soul:
When ye come again, your labours ended,
I, the king, will fill again this bowl.
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