Of utterance and of motion soon bereft, Frozen to the ice-rock, there behold him lie,

Only the painful sense of Being left, A Spirit who must feel, and cannot die, Bleaching and bare beneath the polar sky.

And now, O Child and Father, ye must go,

Take up the burthen of your woe,

And wander once again below. With patient heart liold onward to the end, Be true unto yourselves, 47 and bear in mind That every God is still the good Man's friend; And they, who suffer bravely, save mankind.



Oh tell me, cried Ereenia, for from thee Naught can be hidden, when the end will be!

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Seek not to know, old Casyapa replied,

What pleasekh Heaven to hide.

Dark is the abyss of Time, But light enough to guide your steps is given;

Whatever weal or woe betide, Turn never from the way of truth aside, And leave the event, in holy hope, to Heaven.

The moment is at hand, no more delay, Ascend the etherial bark, and go your way;

And Ye, of heavenly nature, follow me.



0 Ye who, by the Lake

On Meru Mount, partake The joys which Heavey hath destin'd for the blest,

Swift, swift, the moments tly,

The silent hours go by,
And ye must leave your dear abode of rest.

O wretched Man, prepare

Again thy Curse to bear!
Prepare, O wretched Maid, for farther woe!

The fatal hour draws near,

When Indra's heavenly sphere
Must own the Tyrant of the World below.

To-day the hundredth Steed,

At Seeva's shrine, must bleed,
The dreadful sacrifice is full to-day;
Nor man nor God hath power,

At this momentous hour,
Again to save the Swerga from his

Fresh woes, O Maid divine,

Fresh crials must be thine;
And what must thou, Ladurlad, yet endure!

But let your hearts be strong,

And bear ye bravely on,
For Providence is good, and virtue is secure.

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They, little deeming that the fatal day
Was come, beheld where, through the morning sky,

A Ship of Heaven drew nigh.
Onward they watch it steer its steady flight

Till, wondering, they espy
Old Casyapa, the Sire of Gods, alight.
But, when Ereenia saw the Sire appear,
At that unwonted and unwelcome sight
His heart receiv'd a sudden shock of fear :
Thy presence doth its doleful ridings tell,

O Father! cried the started Glendoveer,
The dreadful hour is near! I know it well!
Not for less import would the Sire of Gods

Forsake his ancient and august abodes.

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Oye immortal Bowers,

Where hitherto the Hours
Have led their dance of happiness for

With what a sense of woe

Do ye expect the blow,
And see your heavenly dwellers driven away!
Lo! where the aunnay-birds 48 of graceful mien,

Whose milk-white forms were seen,
Lovely as Nymphs, your ancient trees between,

And by your silent springs,

With melancholy cry

Now spread unwilling wings;
Their stately necks reluctant they protend,

And through the su len sky,
To other worlds, their mournful progress bend.

The affrighted gales to-day
O'er their beloved streams no longer play,
The streains of Paradise have ceas'd to flow;
The Fountain-Tree withholds its diamond shower,

In this portentous hour, -
This dolorous hour,-this universal woe.
Where is the Palace, whose far-flashing beams,
With streaks and streams of ever-varying light,

Brightend the polar night
Around the frozen North's extremest shore ?
Gone like a morning rainbow,-like a dream,--,
A star that shoots and fails, and then is seen no more.

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Even so, serene the immortal Sire replies; Soon like an earthquake will ye feel the blow

Which consummates the mighty sacrifice: And this world, and its Heaven, and all therein

Are then kebama's. To the second ring
Of these seven Spheres, the Swerga-King,

Even now, prepares for flight
Beyond the circle of the conquer'd world,

Beyond the Rajal's might. Ocean, that clips this in most of the Spheres, And girds it round with everlasting roar,

Set like a gem appears

Within that bending shore. Thither fly all the Sons of heavenly race : I, too, forsake mine ancient dwelling-place.

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Now! now!-Before the Golden Palaces,
The Bramin strikes the inevitable hour.

The fatal blow is given,
That over Earth and Heaven

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Confirms the Almighty Rajalı in his power.

All evil Spirits then,
That roam the World about,
Or wander through the sky,

Set up a joyful shout.
The Asuras and the Giants join the cry,

The damnd in Padalon acclain

Their hop'd Deliverer's name;
Heaven trembles with the thunder-drowning sound;

Back starts affrighted Ocean from the shore,
And the adamantine vaults, and brazen floor

Of Hell, are shaken with the roar,
Up rose the Rajah through the conquer'd sky,
To seize the Swerga for his proud abode;

Myriads of evil Genii round him tly,

As royally, on wings of winds, he rode, And scaled high Heaven, triumphant like a God.

Wherever to their vagrant fect seem'd best, But, turning from the view her mournful eyes, Oh, whether should we wander, Kailyal cries,

Or wherefore seek in vain a place of rest? Have we not here the Earth beneath our tread,

Heaven overhead, A brook that winds through this sequester'd glade, And yonder woods, to yield us fruit and shade!

The little all our wants require is nigh ; Hope we have none, -why travel on in fear? We cannot fly from Fate, and Fate will find us here.



AROUND her Father's neck the Maiden lock'd Her arms, when that portentons blow was given;

Clinging to him she heard the dread uproar, And felt the shuddering shock which ran through


Earth underneath them rocka,
Her strong foundations heaving in commotion,
Such as wild winds upraise in raving Ocean,
As though the solid base were rent asunder.
And lo! where, storming the astonishi'd sky,

Kehama and his evil host ascend !

Before them rolls the thunder, Ten thousand thousand lightninys round them fly,

Upward the lengthening pageantries aspire, Leaving from Earth 10 Heaven a widening wake of fire.

'T was a fair scene wherein they stood,
A green and sunny glade amid the wood,
And in the midst an aged 49 Banian grew.

It was a goodly sight to see

That venerable tree,
For o'er the lawn, irregularly spread,
Fifty straight columns propt its lofty head;
And many a long depending shoot,

Seeking to strike its root,
Straight like a plummet, grew towards the ground.
Some on the lower boughs, which crost their way,

Fixing their bearded fibres, round and round, With many a ring and will contortion wound; Some to the passing wind at times, with sway

Of gentle motion swung; Others of younger growth, unmov'd, were hung Like stone-drops from the cavern's fretted height.

Beneath was smooth and fair to sight,
Nor weeds nor briars deform'd the natural floor,
And through the leafy cope which bower'd it o'er

Came gleams of checquer'd light.
So like a lemple did it seem, that there
A pious heart's first impulse would be prayer.

When the wild uproar was at length allay'd, And Earth, recovering from the shock, was still, Thus to her father spake the imploring Maid. Oh! by the love which we so long have borne Each other, and we ne'er shall cease to bear, Oh! hy the sufferings we have shar'd,

And must not cease to share,
One boon I supplicate in this dread hour,

One consolation in this hour of woe! Tbou hast it in thy power, refuse not thou

The only comfort now
That my poor heart can know.

A brook, with easy current, murmur'd near;

Water so cool and clear
The peasants drink not from the humble well,

Which they, with sacrifice of rural pride,
Have wedded to the cocoa-grove beside; 50
Nor tanks, of costliest masonry dispense

To those in towns who dwell,
The work of Kings, in their beneficence.
Fed by perpetual springs, a small lagoon,

Pellucid, deep, and still, in silence join'd
And swelld the passing stream.

Like burnish'd steel
Glowing, it lay beneath the


noon; And when the breezes, in their play, Ruffled the darkening surface, then, with gleam

Of sudden light, around the locus 52 stem
It rippled, and the sacred flowers that crown
The Jakelet with their roseate beauty, ride,
Ju gentest waving rock'd, from side to side;

And as the wind upheaves
Their broad and buoyant weight, the glossy leaves

Flap on the twinkling waters, up and down.

O dearest, dearest Kailyal! with a smile

Of tenderness and sorrow, he replied, O best beloy'd, and to be lov'd ibe best Best worthy,---sel thy duteous heart at rest. I know tly wish, and let what will beride,

Ne'er will I leave thee wilfully again. My soul is strengthen'd to endure its pain: Be thou, in all my wanderings, still my guide;

Be thou, in all my sufferings, at my side.

They built them here a bower53 of jointed cane,

Strong for the needful use, and light and long Was the slight frame-work reard, with little pain;

Lithe creepers, then, the wicker-sides supply,
And the call jungle-grass54 fit roofing gave

Beneath the genial sky.
And here did Kailyal, each returning day,
Pour forth libations from the brook, to pay

The Maiden, at those welcome words, imprest

A passionate kiss upon her father's cheek:

They look'd around them, then, as if to seek Where they should turn, North, South, or East or West,

The Spirits of her Sires their grateful rite;

In such libations gourd in open glades,
Beside clear streams and solitary shades,
The Spirits of the virtuous dead delight.55

And duly here, to Marriataly's praise,
The Maid, as with an angel's voice of song,

Pour'd her melodious lays

Upon the gales of even, And gliding in religious dance along, Moy'd, graceful as the dark-eyed Nymphs of Heaven,

Such harmony to all her steps was given.

Of yonder plane, with waving motion slow,

Fanning the languid air,

He moves it to and fro. 58 But when that form of beauty meets his sight,

The trunk its undulating motion stops, From his forgetful hold the plave-branch drops, Reverent he kneels, and lifts his rational eyes

To her as if in prayer; And when she pours hier angel voice in song,

Entranced he listens to the thrilling notes, Till his strong temples, bath'd with sudden dews,

Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse. 59

Thus ever, in her Father's doting eye,

Kailyal performn'd the customary rite;
He, patient of his burning pain the while,
Beheld her, and approv'd her pious toil :
And sometimes, at the sight,

A melancholy smile
Would yleam upon bis awful countenance.
He, too, by day and night, and every hour,

Paid to a higher Power his sacrifice;
An offering, not of ghee, or fruit, or rice,
Flower-crown, or blood; but of a heart subdued,

A resolute, unconquer'd fortitude,

An agony represt, a will resign'd,
To her, who, on her secret throne reclin'd,

Amid the milky Sea, by Veeshnoo's side,
Looks with an eye of mercy on mankind.

By the Preserver, with his power endued, There Woomdavee 56 beholds this lower clime,

And marks the silent sufferings of the good, To recompense them in her own good time.

Lo! as the voice melodious floats around,

The Antelope draws near, The Tigress leaves her lootbless cubs to hear, The Snake comes gliding from the secret brake, Himself in fascination forced along

By that enchanting song; The antic Monkeys, whose wild gambols late,

When not a breeze wav'd the call jungle grass, Shook the whole wood, 60 are hush'd, and silently

Hang on the cluster'd trees.
All things in wonder and delight are still;

Only at times the Nightingale is heard,
Not that in emulous skill that sweetest bird

Her rival strain would try, 61
A mighty songster, with the Maid to vie;
She only bore her part in powerful sympathy.


O force of faith! O strength of virtuous will! Behold him, in his endless martyrdom,

Triumphant still! The Curse still burning in his heart and brain,

And yet doth he remain
Patient the while, and tranquil, and content !
The pious soul hath fram'd unlo itself

A second nature, to exist in pain
As in its own allotted element.


Well might they thus adore that heavenly Maid !

For never Nymph of Mountain,

Or Grove, or Lake, or Fountain,
With a diviner presence fill'd the shade.

No idle ornaments de face

Her patural grace, Musk-spot, nor sandal-streak, 63 nor scarlet stain, Ear-drop nor chain, por arm nor ankle-ring, 64

Nor trinketry on front, or neck, or breast, Marring the perfect form : she seem'd a thing Of Heaven's prime uncorrupted work, a child

Of early nature undefild, A daughter of the years of innocence. And therefore all things lov'd her. When she stood

Beside the glassy pool, the fish, that flies

Quick as an arrow from all other eyes,
Hover'd to gaze on her.

The mother bird,
When Kailyal's step she heard,
Sought not to tempt her from her secret nest,
But, hastening to the dear retreat, 65 would fly

To meet and welcome her benignant eye.

Such strength the will reveal'd had given
This holy pair, such influxes of grace,

That to their solitary resting-place

They brought the peace of Heaven.
Yea all around was hallow'd! Danger, Fear,

Nor thought of evil ever enter'd here.
A charm was on the Leopard when he came

Within the circle of that mystic glade; Submiss he crouch'd before the beavenly Maid,

And offers to her touch his speckled side; Or with arch'd back erect, and bending head, And eyes

half-clos'd for pleasure, would he stand, Courting the pressure of her gentle hand.

Trampling his path through wood and brake, And canes which crackling fall before his way, And tassel-yrass, 57 whose silvery feathers play

O'ertopping the young trees,

On comes the Elephant, to slake
His thirst at noon in yon pellucid springs.
Lo! from his trunk upturn'd, aloft he flings

The grateful shower; and now
Plucking the broad-leav'd bough

Hope we have none, said Kailyal to her Sire. Said she aright? and had the mortal Maid

No thoughts of heavenly aid, No secret hopes her inmost heart to move With longings of such deep and pure desire,

As vestal Maids, whose piety is love, Feel in their ecstasies, when, rapt above, Their souls unto their heavenly Spouse aspire ? Why else so often doth that searching eye

Roam through the scope of sky? Why, if she sees a distant speck on high, Starts there that quick suffusion to her cheek? "T is but the Eagle, in his heavenly height;

Reluctant to believe, she hears his cry,

And marks his wheeling flight, Then languidly averts lier mournful sight. Why ever else, at morn, that waking sigh,

Because the lovely form no more is nigh Which hath been present to her soul all night;

And that injurious fear Which ever, as it riseth, is represt, Yet riseth still within her troubled breast, That she no more shall see the Glendoveer!

Joy in the seven-hded Idol's shrine!

The fairest Maid his Yoguees sought, A fairer than the fairest have they brought, A maid of charms surpassing human thought,

A maid divine.

Hath he forgotten me? The wrongful thought Would stir within her, and, though still repellid With shame and self-reproaches, would recur. Days after days unvarying come and go,

And neither friend nor foe Approaches them in their sequester'd bower. Maid of strange destiny! but think not thou

Thou art forgotten now, And hast no cause for farther hope or fear.

High-fated Maid, thou dost not know What eyes watch over thee for weal and woe!

Even at this hour,
Searching the dark decrees divine,

Kehama, in the fulness of his power, Perceives his thread of fate entwind with thine.

The Glendoveer, from his far sphere, With love that never sleeps, beholds thee here,

And, in the hour permitted, will be near.
Dark Lorrinite on thee hath fix'd her sight,

And laid her wiles, to aid
Foul Arvalan when he shall next appear;
For well she ween'd his Spirit would renew
Old vengeance now, with unremitting hate;
The Enchantress well that evil nature knew,

The accursed Spirit hath his prey in view; And thus, while all their separate hopes pursue,

All work, unconsciously, the will of Fate.

Now bring ye forth the Chariot of the God !68

Bring him abroad,
That through the swarming City he may ride;

And by his side
Place ye the Maid of more than mortal grace,
The Maid of perfect form and heavenly face !
Set her aloft in triumph, like a bride

Upon the bridal car,
And spread the joyful tidings wide and far,-

Spread it with trump and voice,
That all may hear, and all who hear rejoice;-
The Mighty One hath found his mate! the God

Will ride abroad!
To-night will he go forth from his abode!

Ye myriads who adore him,
Prepare the way before him !

Upreard on twenty wheels elate,

Huge as a Ship, the bridal car appear'd;
Loud creak its ponderous wheels, as through the gate
A thousand Bramins drag the enormous load.

There, throned aloft in state,
The Image of the seven-headed God
Came forth from his abode; and at his side

Sate Kailyal like a bride;
A bridal statue rather might she seem,

For she regarded all things like a dream, Having no thought, nor fear, nor will, nor aught Save hope and faith, that liv'd within her still.

Fate work'd its own the while. A band

Of Yoguees, as they roam'd the land
Seeking a spouse for Jaga-Naut their God,

Stray'd to this solitary glade,
And reach'd the bower wherein the Maid abode.
Wondering at form so fair, they deem'd the Power

Divine had led them to his chosen bride, And seiz'd and bore her from her Father's side.

O silent Night, how have they startled thee

With the brazen trumpet's blare! And thou, O Moon! whose quiet light serene Filleth wide heaven, and bathing hill and wood,

Spreads o'er the peaceful valley like a flood, How have they dimm'd thee with the torches' glare, Which round yon moving pageant flame and flare, As the wild rout, with deafening soug and shout,

Fling their long flashes out,
That, like inferml lightnings, fire the air.



Joy in the City of great Jaga-Naut!
Joy in the seven-headed Idol's67 shrine !
A virgin-bride his ministers have brought,

A mortal maid, in form and face divine,

Peerless among all daughters of mankind; Search'd they the world again from East to West,

In endless quest, Seeking the fairest and the best, No maid so lovely might they hope to find ;

For she hath breath'd celestial air,

And heavenly food hath been her fare,
And heavenly thoughts and feelings give her face

That heavenly grace.
Joy in the City of great Jaga-Naut,

A thousand pilgrims strain
Arm, shoulder, breast and thigh, with might and main,

To drag that sacred wain,
And scarce can draw along the enormous load.
Prone fall the frantic votaries in its road,

And, calling on the God,
Their self-devoted bodies there they lay

To pave his chariot-way.

On Jaga-Naut they call, The ponderous Car rolls on, and crushes all. Through blood and bones it ploughs its dreadful path.

Groans rise unheard; the dying cry,

And death and agony Are trodden under foot by yon mad throng, Who follow close, and thrust the deadly wheels along.

Pale grows the Maid at this accursed sight;

The yells which round her rise
Have roused her with affright,

And fear hath given to her dilated eyes

A wilder light, Where shall those eyes be turn'd? she knows not where!

Downward they dare not look, for there

Is death, and horror, and despair;
Nor can ber patient looks to leaven repair,

For the huge Idol over her, in air,
Spreads his seven hideous heads, and wide
Extends their snaky necks on every side;

And all around, behind, before,

The bridal Car, is the raging rout,
With frantic shout, and deafening roar,

Tossing the torches' flames about.
And the double double peals of the drum are there,

And the startling burst of the trumpet's blare; And the gong, that seems, with its thunders dread,

To stun the living, and waken the dead.
The car-strings throb as if they were broke,
And the eye-lids drop at the weight of its stroke.

Fain would the Maid bave kept them fast,
But open they start at the crack of the blast.

Looks up, as if she thought to find him there!

Then, in despair,
Anguish and agony, and hopeless prayer,
Prostrate she laid herself upon the floor,

There, trembling as she lay,
The Bramin of the fane advanced

And came to seize the prey.

But as the Priest drew nigh,
A power invisible opposed his way;
Starting, he utter'd wildly a death-cry,
And fell. At that the Maid all eagerly

Lifted in hope her bead;
She thought her own deliverer had been near;
When lo! with other life re-animate,

She saw the dead arise, And in the fiendish joy within his eyes, She knew the hateful Spirit who look'd through Their specular orbs, --cloth'd in the flesh of man,

She knew the accursed soul of Arvalan.

But not in vain, with the sudden shriek of fear,

She calls Ereenia now; the Glendoveer

Is here! Upon the guilty sight he burst Like lightning from a cloud, and caught the accurst,

Bore him to the roof aloft, and on the tloor With vengeance dash'd him, quivering there in gore. Lo! from the pregnant air,--heart-withering sight! There issued forth the dreadful Lorrinite:

Seize bim! the Enchantress cried;
A host of Demons at her word appear,
And like tornado winds, from


At once, they rush upon the Glendovcer.
Alone against a legion, little here

Avails his single might,
Nor that celestial faulchion, which in fight

So oft had put the rebel race to flight.

There are no Gods on earth to give him aid; Uemm'd round, he is overpower'd, beat down, and bound,

And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid.

Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where

In this dread hour of horror and despair?
Thinking on him, she strove her fear to quell,
If he be near me, then will all be well;

And, if he reck not for my misery,
Let come the worst, it matters not to me.

Repel that wrongful thought,
O Maid! thou feelest, but believ'st it not;
It is thine own imperfect nature's fault
That lets one doubt of him arise within,

And this the Virgin knew; and, like a sin, Repel'd the thought, and still believed him true;

And summond up her spirit to endure All forms of fear, in that firm trust secure. She needs that faith, she needs that consolation, For now the Car hath measured back its track

Of death, and hath re-entered now its station. There, in the Temple-court, with song and dance,

A harlot-band,69 to meet the Maid, advance. The drum hath ceas'd its peals; the trump and gong Are still; the frantic crowd forbear their yells; And sweet it was to hear the voice of song,

And the sweet music of their girdle-bells, Armlets and anklets, that, with cheerful sound, Symphonious tinkled as they wheel'd around.

They sung a bridal measure,


song of pleasure,
A hymn of joyaunce and of gratulation.
Go, chosen One, they cried,

Go, happy bride!
For thee the God descends in expectation ;

For thy dear sake
IIe leaves his heaven, O Maid of matchless charms!
Go, happy One, the bed divine partake,

And fill his longing arms!

Thus to the inner fane,
With circling dance and hymeneal strain,

The astonish'd Maid they led,
And there they laid her on the bridal bed.
Then forth they went, and clos'd the Temple-gate,

And left the wretched Kailyal to her fate.

Meantime the scattered members of the slain,
Obedient to her mighty voice, assum'd

Their vital form again,
And that foul Spirit, upon vengeance bent,

Fled to the fleshly tenement.
Lo! here, quoth Lorrinite, thou seest thy foe!

Him in the Ancient Sepulchres, below

The billows of the Ocean, will I lay; Gods are there none to help him now,

and there For Man there is no way. To that dread scene of durance and despair,

Asuras, bear your enemy! I go To chain him in the Tombs. Meantime do thou, Freed from thy foe, and now secure from fear,

Son of Kehama, take thy pleasure berc.

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