That for the hermit-king it was a sin
To love his nursling. What! A sin to love!
A sin to pity! Rather should we deem,
Whatever Brahmans wise, or monks may hold,
That he had sinned in casting off all love
By his retirement to the forest—shades;
For that was to abandon duties high,
And, like a recreant soldier, leave the post
Where God had placed him as a sentinel.
This little hind brought strangely on his path,
This love engendered in his withered heart,
This hindrance to his rituals, might these not
Have been ordained to teach him—call him back
To ways marked out for him by Love divine,
And with a mind less self-willed to adore?
Not in seclusion, not apart from all,
Not in a place elected for its peace,
But in the heat and bustle of the world,
'Mid sorrow, sickness, suffering, and sin,
Must he still labour with a loving soul
Who strives to enter through the narrow gate.
THE LEGEND OF DHRUVA.
Vishnu Purana, B. i. c. xi.
Sprung from great Brahma, Manu had two sons,
Heroic and devout, as I have said,
Pryavrata and Uttanapado—names
Known in legends; and of these the last
Married two wives—Suruchee, his adored,
The mother of a handsome petted boy
Uttama; and Suneetee, less beloved,
The mother of another son whose name
