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Title: Atma
A Romance

Author: Caroline Augusta Frazer

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Language: English

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ATMA.

A ROMANCE

BY

A.C.F.

(CAROLINE AUGUSTA FRAZER)

"When atman (nom. sing. Atma) occurs in philosophical treatises ...
it has generally been translated by soul, mind, or spirit. I tried
myself to use one or other of these words, but the oftener I
employed them the more I felt their inadequacy, and was driven at
last to adopt ... Self as the least liable to misunderstanding."

_Max Muller, in North American Review for June_, 1879.

MONTREAL:

JOHN LOVELL & SON,

23 ST. NICHOLAS STREET.

Entered according to Act of Parliament in the year 1891, by JOHN LOVELL
& SON, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture and Statistics at
Ottawa.

ATMA

CHAPTER I.

O that Decay were always beautiful!
How soft the exit of the dying day,
The dying season too, its disarray
Is gold and scarlet, hues of gay misrule,
So it in festive cheer may pass away;
Fading is excellent in earth or air,
With it no budding April may compare,
Nor fragrant June with long love-laden hours;
Sweet is decadence in the quiet bowers
Where summer songs and mirth are fallen asleep,
And sweet the woe when fading violets weep.

O that among things dearer in their wane
Our fallen faiths might numbered be, that so
Religions cherished in their hour of woe
Might linger round the god-deserted fane,
And worshippers be loath to leave and pray
That old-time power return, until there may
Issue a virtue, and the faith revive
And holiness be there, and all the sphere
Be filled with happy altars