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 At the last to bale the sea dry,

So that I may save my darlings

Even though I spoil my tail."

Gravely spake the Lord of Heaven:

"Truly 'tis a good example,

Little, gray, absurd Geloori!

Which you set to families.

If all husbands were as faithful,

And all fathers proved as fond,

Happier would be those I fashion,

Sweet would pass the lives I give!"

Then He stooped, and, with his great hand—

Hand that makes the men and spirits—

Hand that holds the stars and planets

As we grasp a bunch of grapes—

Shiva stroked the toiling squirrel;

And there came, from nose to tail-end,

Four green stripes upon the gray;

Marks by the Supreme Hand planted

As a sign of love forever.

Then He lifted high that hand,