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76 In thee, O mother, humble as thou art, I yet shall show thee what is in my power. Thou shalt behold my glory and rejoice. Let Uttama my brother,—not thy son,— Receive the throne and royal titles,—all My father pleases to confer on him. I grudge them not. Not with another's gifts Desire I, dearest mother, to be rich, But with my own work would acquire a name. And I shall strive unceasing for a place Such as my father hath not won,—a place That would not know him even,—aye, a place Far, far above the highest of this earth."

He said, and from his mother's chambers past, And went into the wood where hermits live, And never to his father's house returned.

Well kept the boy his promise made that day! By prayer and penance Dhruva gained at last The highest heavens, and there he shines a star! Nightly men see him in the firmament.