| Volume - IX |
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| Culture Course |
HYMN TO THE EARTH |
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rites as suits their dwelling places Pour like a constant cow that never faileth, A thousand streams of treasure to enrich me. Thy snake, thy sharply stinging scorpion, Lying concealed, bewildered, chilled with cold of winter The worm, O Prithvi, each thing that is in the Rains revives and stirs Creeping, for bear to creep on us. |
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