The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1884-01-24
A Correct cspy Of Remarkable Poem.
AEDrrATIoss OF A HINDU, PRINCE AND
SaEPTIC.

An the world over. wonder. IN lands that /
never Ha.o r-oi,
Are the pee Die e.ornaty seeking for TIE signs
ana steps of : God?
Westward across the ocean, and northward
syont the snow,
Do they all stand gazing. as ever, and what
90 the w.Sest 5EowI
Hero. In this mystical India, the ceisics hover
and swarm
Like the Wild bees heard i'm the tree tops, or
the gusts Of q gathering storm;
In the air men besr .heir voices, their feet on
the rocks are seen,
Yet we all say, whence is the message, and
what may the wonders meaa!'
A million shrines stand open, and ever the
censer swings,
As they TO mystic symbol, or the figures of
And the incense rises ever, and rises the end
less cry
OF those who are heavy laden snd of COW
ards, 10th TO die.
For the Destiny drives rs together like deer
in pass of the hills.
Above is the sky, and around u.s. the sound
ana the shot t:iat kills;
rushed by Power we see not, and struck by
hand unknown,
We pray 10 the trees for shelter and prcss
our lips to stone.
The trees wave a shsdowy answer, and the
And the form ard the nod Of the demon are
caught in the twilight dim:
And we iool1 to the suni aht falling afar on
the mountain crest
Is there never path runs upward TO q ref.
uge there and rcstY
The path. eh! who hes shown it, and which Is
the faithful guides
The haven, ahi who has known itg for steep
is the mountain side,
For ever the shot strikes surely, and ever the
faxt
OF tie praying multitude rises, whose answer
Is only death.
Here are the tornbs Of my kinsfolk, the first
Of an ancient naEc,
Chiefs who were slain on the war-feld, and
women who died in fame;
They are gods. these kings of the foretime,
they ere spirits who guard our race
Ever watch and worship; they ait with O
marble face.
And the myriad idols around mo. and the le-
gion of muttering priests
The revels and rites unholy, the dark un-
speakabie feastsi
What have they wrung from the silence?
hath even a whisper como
OF the secret Whence and Whittier? AIasl
for the gods are dumb.
Shall list to the word of tho English, who
cCne from the utterMoSt sea?
The secret hath been told to you and what
Is your message to me?"
IL Is DCught out the underworld story how
the earth and the heavens began
How the gods are glad and angry, and Deity
once was man.
had thought, 'tPerchance in the cities where
the rulers of India dwell
Whose orders fash from the fGr land who
girdie the earth with g SPELL
They have fa.honed the depths we feat on
or measured tie unknown main"
Sadly they turn from the venture, and say !
that the quest IS vain.
Is life, then, q dream aod delusfon and where |
shall the dreamer awake?
Is the world seen Ike shadows on water, and |
what Il the mirror E,esll?
6hall it pass. a camp that is struck, es 4
tent that is gathered and gone
From the sands that were lamp-iit Gs eve, and \
at morning are Level and lcae!
Is there norght .n the heaven above, whence |
the hail and tine levin are hurled,
But the wind that is swept around us by the |
rush of the rolling world?
The wind that shau scatter my ashes, and |
bear me to sil.cco and sleep
With the dirce, nrd the sounds CT lamenting,
and voice. Of woinsn who weep.
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