Shall I forsake thee, seeing thee so fair," So wretched? O my Father, let the maid CASYAPA. That must not be, For Force and Evil then would enter here; Ganges, the holy stream which cleanseth sin, Would flow from hence polluted in its springs, And they who gasp upon its banks in death, Feel no salvation. Piety and peace, And Wisdom, these are mine; but not the power Should persecute her here to glut his rage, EREENIA. Dead Arvalan? CASYAPA. All power to him, whereof The disembodied spirit in its state EREENIA. Look! she drinks The gale of healing from the blessed Groves. Hath touch'd the Holy River in its source, Who would have shrunk if aught impure were nigh CASYAPA. The Maiden, of a truth, is pure from sin. The waters of the holy Spring They rise, they sparkle, and they sing, Leaping where languidly she lay, As if with that rejoicing stir The holy Spring would welcome her. Benignant bow'd its sacred head, Drew in new strength and feeling. Behold her beautiful in her repose, A life-bloom reddening now her dark-brown cheek; And lo! her eyes unclose, Dark as the depth of Ganges' spring profound Bright as the moon's refulgent beam, Soon she let fall her lids, As one who, from a blissful dream Waking to thoughts of pain, Fain would return to sleep, and dream again. Distrustful of the sight, She moves not, fearing to disturb The deep and full delight. In wonder fix'd, opening again her eye Thinking her mortal pilgrimage was past, That she had reach'd her heavenly home of rest, Lo at Ereenia's voice, A Ship of Heaven comes sailing down the skies. Where wouldst thou bear her? cries The ancient Sire of Gods. Straight to the Swerga, to my bower of bliss, The Glendoveer replies, To Indra's own abodes. Foe of her foe, were it alone for this Indra should guard her from his vengeance there; But if the God forbear, Unwilling yet the perilous strife to try, 8 Or shrinking from the dreadful Rajah's might,... Weak as I am, O Father, even I Stand forth in Seeva's sight. Trust thou in him whate'er betide, And stand forth fearlessly! The Sire of Gods replied: All that he wills is right, and doubt not thou, His righteous will in all things must be done. |