Thoughts as they came . sts, in yellow garments flowers to Dagons God ;Folded hands, and prostrate form—Ever seen from early and people chanting, praying,Bells in upper air a-swaying. Tinkle! Tinkle! Come ye all!Tinkle! Come! Tis Buddhas call!Come with flower, or flowery wreath !Sacred hairs, enshrined beneath—Call for offerings, great or small,Buddhas Peace responds to all. [155] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Sound of tinkling fainter grewAs the noonday hastened through—Hushed by hammer—and by clamor—And by strange Buddhistic manner—Childrens voices filled the air,Blending
Thoughts as they came . sts, in yellow garments flowers to Dagons God ;Folded hands, and prostrate form—Ever seen from early and people chanting, praying,Bells in upper air a-swaying. Tinkle! Tinkle! Come ye all!Tinkle! Come! Tis Buddhas call!Come with flower, or flowery wreath !Sacred hairs, enshrined beneath—Call for offerings, great or small,Buddhas Peace responds to all. [155] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Sound of tinkling fainter grewAs the noonday hastened through—Hushed by hammer—and by clamor—And by strange Buddhistic manner—Childrens voices filled the air,Blending with the priests at prayer. Then we watched the shadows fall,In the gloaming—over all—As they gamboled in the shade,By the twilight deeper made ;Till was dropped nights somber pall,Over Tee and sacred wall. Een the tiger, where he fell—Fresh from jungles deepest dell—Standing on his refuge by English well-aimed shot;He, too, faded from our sight,Wrapped in folds of somber night. [156] •s S. THE BELLS OF SHWE DAGON Later came we to that shrine,When the moon was in her prime;Full and rounded shed her glory,Thus enhancing all the storyOf this old Buddhistic teaching,And this Peace—so far outreaching. Tee! Pagoda! All reflected! Scintillating lights projected! Changed by Night-Queens rays to splendor! Mid-air bells in pleadings tender— Tinkle! Tinkle! Come ye all! Tinkle! Come! Tis Buddhas call! Fair Shwe Dagon ! Thus we left jouWith an Eastern moon above the Irrawaddys waters;Where old Burmas silk-gowned the spare-built, turbaned what Buddha taught for Truth. [157] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Tinkle! Tinkle! Come ye all!Tinkle! Come! Tis Buddhas call!Come with flower, or flowery wreath!Sacred hairs, enshrined beneath—Call for offerings, great or small,Buddhas Peace responds to all. A SYMPHONY IN MARBLE A bijou! a bower! a white Jasmine Tower!While beyond rests the Pearl— Taj Mahal!This—the Home, the Zenana, the
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