With steady flight, steer northward for the Pole. Anon, with irresistible control, Force mightier far than his arrests their course; It wrought as though a Power unseen had caught Their adamantine yokes to drag them on. Straight on they bend their way; and now, in vain, Upward doth Arvalan direct the rein: The rein of magic might avails no more; Bootless its strength against that unseen Power, That, in their mid career, Hath seized the Chariot and the Charioteer. He struggles to maintain his difficult seat. Seeking in vain with that strange Power to vie, Their doubled speed the affrighted Dragons try. Forced in a stream from whence was no retreat, Strong as they are, behold them whirled along, Headlong, with useless pennons, through the sky! 15. What Power was that, which, with resistless might, So far above its roots of ice and snow. 16. On, on, they roll, - rapt headlong they roll on: 17. All human sounds are lost Amid those deserts of perpetual frost, Beyond the limits of the living World, Of utterance and of motion soon bereft, XII. THE SACRIFICE COMPLETED. 1. O YE who, by the Lake The joys which Heaven hath destined for the blest! And ye Swift, swift, the moments fly, The silent hours go by, must leave your dear abode of rest. Again thy Curse to bear! Prepare, O wretched Maid, for further woe! When Indra's heavenly sphere Must own the Tyrant of the World below. At Siva's shrine must bleed; The dreadful sacrifice is full to-day; At this momentous hour, Fresh trials, must be thine; And what must thou, Ladurlad, yet endure? And rise against all wrong; For Providence is just, and virtue is secure. 2. They, little deeming that the fatal day Was come, beheld where through the morning sky Onward they watch it steer its steady flight; Old Casyapa, the Sire of Gods, alight. 3. "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 Kehama's. To the second ring Of these seven Spheres, the Swerga-King, Even now, prepares for flight, Beyond the circle of the conquered world, Ocean, that clips this inmost of the Spheres, Within that bending shore Thither fly all the Sons of heavenly race. I, too, forsake mine ancient dwelling-place. And now, O Child and Father! ye must go; Take up the burden of your woe, And wander once again below. With patient heart hold onward to the end; Be true unto yourselves, and bear in mind That every God is still the good Man's friend; And, when the Wicked have their day assigned, Then they who suffer bravely save mankind." 4. "Oh, tell me,” cried Ereenia, "for from thee Nought can be hidden, when the end will be!" "Seek not to know," old Casyapa replied, But light enough to guide your steps is given: 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 ethereal bark, and go your way; And Ye, of heavenly nature, follow me.” 5. "The will of Heaven be done!" Ladurlad cried: Nor more the man replied, But placed his daughter in the ethereal bark, |