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[4]I am aware I place Kapilavasta nearer the Vale of Cashmere than
most, but as two such writers as Beal and Rhys Davids differ 30
yojanas, or 180 miles in its location, and as no remains have yet been
identified at all corresponding to the grandeur of the ancient city as
described by all Buddhist writers, I felt free to indulge my fancy.
Perhaps these ruins may yet be found by some chance traveler in some
unexplored jungle.
BOOK III.
And now his cup with every blessing filled
Full to the brim, to overflowing full,
What more has life to give or heart to wish?
Stately in form, with every princely grace,
A very master of all manly arts,
His gentle manners making all his friends,
His young blood bounding on in healthful flow,
His broad domains rich in all earth can yield,
Guarded by nature and his people's love,
And now that deepest of all wants supplied,
The want of one to share each inmost thought,
Whose sympathy can soothe each inmost smart,
Whose presence, care and loving touch can make
The palace or the humblest cottage home,
His life seemed rounded, perfect, full, complete.
And they were happy as the days glide on,
And when at night, locked in each other's arms,
They sink to rest, heart beating close to heart,
Their thoughts all innocence and trust and love,
It almost seemed as if remorseless Time
Had backward rolled his tide, and brought again
The golden age, with all its peace and joy,
And our first parents, ere the tempter came,
Were taking sweet repose in paradise.
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