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And now he feels the bottom; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng1 the Fathers; To press his gory2 hands; And now, with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate Borne by the joyous3 crowd. 点击收听单词发音
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