THE CENTURY OF LIFE
FAME’S SUFFICIENCY
“Victory is his on earth or Paradise,
The high heart slain in battle face to face.” Let be your empire and your golden skies;
For him enough that friends and foemen praise And with fame’s rumour in his ears he dies.
MAGNANIMITY
The world teems miracles, breeds grandest things, But R4hu of all most marvellous and great Or the vast Boar on white tusks delicate
Like buds who bears up earth, else chaos rings. Rahu, cleft, trunkless, deathless, passionate,
Leaps on his foemen and can overbear,
A miracle, then, greater miracle, spare. _
MAN INFINITE
Earth is hemmed in with Ocean’s vaster moan; The world of waters flows not infinitely;
A high unwearied traveller, the Sun Maps out the limits of the vaulted sky.
On every creature born a seal is set
With limits budded in, kept separate.
Only man’s soul looks out with luminous eyes
Upon the worlds illimitably wise.
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