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THE CURSE OF KEHAMA.
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And duly the adoring Moon at nightSheds her white glory there,And in the watery airSuspends her halo-crowns of silver light.
A mountain-valley in its blessed breastReceives the stream, which there delights to lie,Untroubled and at rest,Beneath the untainted sky.There in a lovely lake it seems to sleep,And thence, through many a channel dark and deep,Their secret way the holy Waters wind,Till, rising underneath the rootOf the Tree of Life on Himakoot,Majestic forth they flow to purify mankind.
Toward this Lake, above the nether sphere,The living Bark, with angel eye,Directs its course along the obedient sky.Kehama hath not yet dominion here;And till the dreaded hour,When Indra by the Rajah shall be drivenDethron’d from Heaven,
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