Part 9 (2/2)

What though if bad o'er good prevail, And vice o'er virtue reign:

Change not thy nature, gentle bloom, Thou violet, sweet and pure,

But ever pour thy sweet perfume Unasked, unstinted, sure!

TO MY OWN SOUL.

(Composed at Ridgely Manor, New York, in 1899.) Hold yet a while, Strong Heart,

Not part a lifelong yoke

Though blighted looks the present, future gloom.

And age it seems since you and I began our March up hill or down. Sailing smooth o'er Seas that are so rare -

Thou nearer unto me, than oft-times I myself - Proclaiming mental moves before they were!

Reflector true - Thy pulse so timed to mine, Thou perfect note of thoughts, however fine - Shall we now part, Recorder, say?

In thee is friends.h.i.+p, faith,

For thou didst warn when evil thoughts were brewing - And though, alas, thy warning thrown away,

Went on the same as ever - good and true.

THE DANCE OF s.h.i.+VA.

(Translated from a Bengali song.) Lo, the G.o.d is dancing

- s.h.i.+va the all-destroyer and Lord of creation, The Master of Yoga and the wielder of Pinka. (Trident.) His flaming locks have filled the sky,

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