"
"But my lord Shiva came to me in my dreams," said the Brahmin,
"and counselled me to come to you."
San?tan suddenly remembered he had picked up a stone without
price among the pebbles on the river-bank, and thinking that some
one might need it hid it in the sands.
He pointed out the spot to the Brahmin, who wondering dug up the
stone.
The Brahmin sat on the earth and mused alone till the sun went
down behind the trees, and cowherds went home with their cattle.
Then he rose and came slowly to San?tan and said, "Master, give
me the least fraction of the wealth that disdains all the wealth
of the world."
And he threw the precious stone into the water.
XXVIII
Time after time I came to your gate with raised hands, asking for
more and yet more.
You gave and gave, now in slow measure, now in sudden excess.
I took some, and some things I let drop; some lay heavy on my
hands; some I made into playthings and broke them when tired;
till the wrecks and the hoard of your gifts grew immense, hiding
you, and the ceaseless expectation wore my heart out.
Take, oh take--has now become my cry.
Shatter all from this beggar's bowl: put out this lamp of the
importunate watcher: hold my hands, raise me from the
still-gathering heap of your gifts into the bare infinity of
your uncrowded presence.
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