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Rh Gentle now, they burn no more;

Gentle now and softly warm,

With the fire that made them bright

Hidden—as when after storm

Softly falls the night.

God of Speed, who makes the fire—

God of Peace, who lulls the same—

God who gives the fierce desire,

Lust for blood as fierce as flame—

God who stands in Pity's name—

Many may ye be or less,

Ye who rule the earth and sun;

Gods of strength and gentleness,

Ye are ever one.

The Hills

USSOORIE and Chakrata Hill

The Jumna flows between;

And from Chakrata's hills afar

Mussoorie's vale is seen.

The mountains sing together

In cloud or sunny weather,

The Jumna, through their tether

Foams white, or plunges green.

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