Will they gape for the husks that ye proffer
Or yearn to your song?
And we--have we nothing to offer
Who ruled them so long--
In the fume of the incense, the clash of the cymbal, the blare of the conch and the gong?

Over the strife of the schools
Low the day burns--
Back with the kine from the pools
Each one returns
To the life that he knows where the altar-flame glows and the _tulsi_ is trimmed in the urns.

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THE LIGHT THAT FAILED


So we settled it all when the storm was done
As comfy as comfy could be;
And I was to wait in the barn, my dears,
Because I was only three,
And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot
Because he was five and a man;
And that's how it all began, my dears,
And that's how it all began.

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