THE TRIAL OF TRUTH. After Dasarath's death Bharata refused to accept the insignia of royalty, which according to Hindu law was the heritage of his elder brother. We are not told how his mother behaved when he thus refused to aid her wicked schemes for his advancement; but the Council resolved, that if he would not be King himself, he must go in pursuit of Rama, and persuade him to return and assume the sovereignty. The meeting between the brothers shows the utmost delicacy and generosity of feeling; Bharata lamenting his mother's ill conduct, and entreating Rama to return; Rama declining because unless he keeps his father's vow he cannot secure his father's happiness in heaven: he therefore adjures his brother to return to Ayodhya and "console the people and the twice-born. I with Sita and Lakshman will enter the forest of Dandaka. Be thou the King of men, I will be sovereign of wild beasts. Let the umbrella shade thy head, I will take refuge in the shade of the wood," MRS. SPEIR, Life in Ancient India. "Urge me no more: thy words are fair, But virtue's garb they falsely wear. With pleasing art thy tongue misleads, And lures me to ignoble deeds. For what is might or ancient race, The pomp of wealth, the pride of place? "Tis virtue marks the line between The great and good, the low and mean: N And he from virtue's path who strays, To wander in forbidden ways, Whate'er his birth, must hope in vain The praises of the good to gain. Shall I the righteous path forsake, Their best example, guide, and mould, And, by his vice or virtue led, The path he walks they strive to tread. That truth and mercy still must be Beloved of kings, is Heaven's decree : Upheld by truth the monarch reigns; Nay, truth the very world sustains, Truth evermore has been the love Of saints below and Gods above; And endless bliss by truth is won In Brahma's world beyond the sun. A mighty Lord, supreme on earth, Shall I, misled by lust of sway, My father's order disobey; And, folly's dupe or passion's slave, Force him to break the oath he gave? Shall I, to gain my royal right, The clear command of duty slight : With lying lips my glory stain, And basely sin for paltry gain? For not alone by hand and thought The soul of man with crime is fraught: Sin's meanest tool I count the third, The tongue that speaks the lying word. No, brother; urge this plea no more, THE FOREST. Rama, with Sita and Lakshman, has crossed the Ganges and the Jumna and reached the distant forest in which he is to live. He points out to Sita some of the beauties of the surrounding scenery, especially the mountain Chitrakuta and the river Mandakini. "Though reft of power and kingly sway, Look, darling, on this noble hill, Which sweet birds with their music fill: Tinged with a thousand metal dyes, His lofty summits kiss the skies. Here gleams a line of silvery sheen, There, a broad streak of emerald green ; And, next, a belt of gold is spread, Made glorious by a fringe of red ; While, higher as the peaks ascend, Sunlight and flowers and crystal blend. |