Lo ! ye shall read it in the Sacred Books 

 How, being met in that glad pleasaunce-place 

 A garden in old days with hanging walls, 

 Fountains, and tanks, and rose-banked terraces 

 Girdled by gay pavilions and the sweep 

 Of stately palace-fronts the Master sate 

 Eminent, worshipped, all the earnest throng 

 Watching the opening of his lips to learn 

 That wisdom which hath made our Asia mild ; 

 Whereto four thousand lakhs of living souls 

 Witness this day. 



The Light of Asia Sir EDWIN ARNOLD. 



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