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Rh Gilding his brows, as though bright Ganga rolled Adown his holy head her waves of gold. She in her Goddess-shape divinely fair, And, sweet River-Nymph, were there. Fanning their Lord, that fancy still might deem Swans waved their pinions round each Lady of the Stream. E'en came—Creator—Lord of Might,— And Vishnu glowing from the realms of light; "Ride on!" they cried, " thine, thine for ever be The strength, the glory, and the victory! " To swell his triumph that high blessing came Like holy oil upon the rising flame. In those Three Persons the one God was shown, Each First in place, each Last,—not one alone; Of, , , each may be First, second, third, among the Blessed Three. By led, each World-upholding Lord With folded hands the mighty God adored,— In humble robes arrayed, the pomp and pride Of glorious Deity were laid aside; They signed to, and the favourite's hand Guided his eye upon the suppliant band. He spake to, and on smiled, To bowed—the Lotus' mystic child; On all the hosts of heaven his friendly eye Beamed duly welcome as they crowded nigh. The Seven Great Saints their blessings o'er him shed, And thus in answer, with a smile, he said: — "Hail, mighty Sages! hail, ye Sons of Light! My chosen Priests to celebrate this rite."