Book, Chapter

1   3, 3| blessings drawing nigh,~And she clasped the gentle Sits, and she
2   4, 3|       mother clasps a daughter, clasped her in their loving breast!~
3   5, 3|     hero's dauntless will,~Rama clasped his faithful Lakshman in
4   7, 4|        lofty as a hill of gold,~Clasped his hands in due obeisance,
5  10, 2|        proud and peerless Ravan clasped his brave and gallant son,'~
6  11, 2|         tears the contrite Rama clasped her in a soft embrace,~And
7  12, 4|     tears of love paternal Rama clasped each minstrel youth,~Yearned