See, friend meets friend on native sod, And hands fast locked in hands remain, As old familiar scenes are trod By kindred spirits joined again. Prepare the way! prepare the way! Great Uma* comes to bless the earth! Let swelling music stream away, And be this world a scene of mirth I Let all the charities of life Now rule the universal heart; Cease, brethren, cease your angry strife, And act to all a brother's part! RIDDLE I have as many lives as the polypi, Souls full many have reigned in me, Once a preacher wise and great, A sycophant once, who served the State, A scholar next, whose trenchant pen Though erring oft in times by gone Now (in the heart of Babylon) Pleads for the weak, as brothermen. Once again, a man of feeling, Just in his purpose, true in his dealing; But of all the minds that have dwelt in me In former times or latterly,
- The wife of Siva. The allusion is to the Dursa-pujah wh
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