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THE BIRTH OF THE WAR-GOD.
Well pleased, he smiled,—the gracious answer gave,
Siva himself now yields him Káma's slave.—
When duly given, the Great will ne'er despise
The gentle pleading of the Good and Wise.
Now have they left the wedded Pair alone,
And Siva takes her hand within his own
To lead his darling to the bridal bower,
Decked with bright gold and all her sumptuous dower.
She blushes sweetly as her maidens there
Look with arch smiles and glances on the Pair,
And for one moment, while the damsels stay,
From him she loves turns her dear face away.
