in tupendous and

    cosmogonal p-Geeta, since wion

    years of th which our

    modern s literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt

    if t p to be referred to a previous state of

    existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.  I lay

    doo my er, and lo! t the

    servant of t of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who

    still sits in emple on the Vedas, or dwells

    at t of a tree  and er jug.  I meet his

    servant come to draer for er, and our buckets as it

    e togeter is

    mingled er of t

    is ed past te of tlantis and the

    ing by ternate

    and tidore and ts in tropic

    gales of ts of which Alexander

    only he names.