Then his mother wept with tears without remedy or with unremediable tears, and said, Alas to me! my son, why sent we thee to go a pilgrimage, thou art the light of our eyes, the staff of our eld age, the solace of our life, and the hope of our heirs or after-comers?
Copie este HTML para o seu site — uso livre, sem chaves, sem rastreamento. Acrescente ?theme=light ou ?theme=dark ao endereço para combinar com a sua página.