II0 
THE DANCE OF SHIVA 
 
He knew not in His fervour 
Creation’s sated sigh ; 
The groan of the Preserver, 
Life’s miserable lie. 
I broke that silence, and afraid 
I knew not what I prayed 
 
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Let peace awaken for an hour 
And manifest as power 
 
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Cease not the dance unceasing, 
The glance nor swerve nor cease, 
Thy peace by power increasing 
In me by power to peace. 
Desunt cetera. 
 
[The MS. of this Hymn most mysteriously disappeared 
two days after being written.  I can remember no more of 
it than the above; nor will inspiration return.]