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Thus by the chief of saints addressed
The son of Gadhi turned to rest;
So, when his daily course is done,
Sinks to his rest the beaming sun.
Rama, with Lakshman, somewhat stirred
To marvel by the tales they heard,
Turned also to his couch, to close
His eyelids in desired repose.


CANTO XXXVI
THE BIRTH OF GANGA
The hours of night now waning fast
On Sona's pleasant shore they passed.
Then, when the dawn began to break.
To Rama thus the hermit spake:--
"The light of dawn is breaking clear,
The hour of morning rites is near.
Rise, Rama, rise, dear son, I pray,
And make thee ready for the way."
Then Rama rose, and finished all
His duties at the hermit's call--
Prepared with joy the road to take,
And thus again in question spake:--
"Here fair and deep the Sona flows,
And many an isle its bosom shows:
What way, O Saint, will lead us o'er
And land us on the farther shore?"
The saint replied: "The way I choose
Is that which pious hermits use.


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