AN ORIENTAL APOLOGUE I. SOMEWHERE in India, upon a time There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublime II. One half the time of each was spent in praying For blessings on his own unworthy head, The other half in fearfully portraying Where certain folks would go when they were dead To what more solid barter 'twould have led, III. So they two played at wordy battledore And kept a curse forever in the air, Flying this way or that from shore to shore; No other labour did this holy pair, Clothed and supported from the lavish store Which crowds lanigerous brought with daily care; They toiled not neither did they spin; their bias Was tow'rd the harder task of being pious. IV. Each from his hut rushed six score times a day, Touched himself off, and then, recoiling, slammed That to his foe said plainly-you'll be damned; V. One was a dancing Dervise, a Mohammedan, One kept his whatd'yecallit and his Ramadan, His eyes from off his navel's mystic knot. VI. "Who whirls not round six thousand times an hour Will go," screamed Ahmed, "to the evil place; May he eat dirt, and may the dog and Giaour Defile the graves of him and all his race; Allah loves faithful souls and gives them power To spin till they are purple in the face; Some folks get you know what, but he that pure is Earns Paradise and ninety thousand houries." VII. "Upon the silver mountain, South by East, Sits Brahma fed upon the sacred bean; He loves those men whose nails are still increased, Who all their lives keep ugly, foul and lean; 'Tis of his grace that not a bird or beast VIII. "Thou seem'st to see, indeed!" roared Ahmed back, "Were I but once across this plaguy stream, With a stout sapling in my hand, one whack To my soul's stomach; could'st thou grasp the scheme IX. "And this it is which keeps our earth here going With all the stars.”—“O, vile! but there's a place Prepared for such; to think of Brahma throwing Worlds like a juggler's balls up into Space! Why, not so much as a smooth lotos blowing Is e'er allowed that silence to efface Which broods around Brahma, and our earth, 'tis known, Rests on a tortoise, moveless as this stone." X. So they kept up their banning amebean, When suddenly came floating down the stream A youth whose face like an incarnate pæan Glowed, 'twas so full of grandeur and of gleam; "If there be gods, then, doubtless this must be onc,” Thought both at once, and then began to scream, Surely, whate'er immortals know, thou knowest, Decide between us twain before thou goest!" ΧΙ. The youth was drifting in a slim canoe Whereof 'twas made; whether of heavenly metal |