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 200 IN MEMORIAM: KALI KINKER, SEN III. mourners! cease your vain laments, To God's decree submissive bow: What lies behind the veil of Time We neither see nor here may know. This blindness, joined to the love of Self- The living Self of mortal men- Is still the fruitful, triple* source Of human woe and human pain. For life is His, and never ours; He gives, and often takes away, To draw our hearts from earthly love To love divine,-our only stay. Yet parents, gazing on their babe, Thus seem to say: "This flower of flowers- This gem of gems-this folded bud Of beauty must be ever ours." Their doting eyes see promises P Bright in each feature of his face ; While sweetly whispers Hope to them- "This child will glorify your race. "All gifts of fortune will be his, "And rank and fame in manhood's prime; "With pious care he'll tend you then, "And thus discharge the debt of time."
 * The three kinds of misery of mundane existence of the Sankhya