Ban goc (Tiếng Anh)

DEDICATION.                Thou knowest well from what this book arose.                When suffering seized and held me in its clasp                Thy fostering hand released me from its grasp,                And from amid the thorns there bloomed a rose.                Air, dew, and sunshine were bestowed by Thee,                And Thine it is; without these lines from me. PREFACE. In the winter of 1873 I spent some weeks in one of the tombs of the Necropolis of Th