Author: vedanta38

Here come I to my own againFed, forgiven, and known againClaimed by bone of my bone again,And sib to flesh

Good Luck, she is never a lady,But the cursedest quean alive,Tricksy, wincing, and jady—Kittle to lead or drive.Greet her—she’s hailing

Yea, voice of every Soul that clungTo life that strove from rung to rungWhen Devadatta’s rule was young,The warm wind

And whoso will, from Pride released;Contemning neither creed nor priest,May feel the Soul of all the East.About him at Kamakura.

O ye who tread the Narrow WayBy Tophet-flare to Judgment Day,Be gentle when ‘the heathen’ prayTo Buddha at Kamakura! Buddha

Chapter CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER

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