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n him. I grudge them not. Not with another's gifts Desire I, dearest mother, to be rich, But with my own work would acquire a name. And I shall strive unceasing for a place Such as my father hath not won,--a place That would not know him even,--aye, a place Far, far above the highest of this earth." He said, and from his mother's chambers past, And went into the wood where hermits live, And never to his father's house returned. Well kept the boy his promise made that day! By prayer and penance Dhruva gained at last The highest heavens, and there he shines a star! Nightly men see him in the firmament. VI. BUTTOO. "Ho! Master of the wondrous art! Instruct me in fair archery, And buy for aye,--a grateful heart That will not grudge to give thy fee." Thus spoke a lad with kindling eyes, A hunter's low-born son was he,-- To Dronacharjya, great and wise, Who sat with princes round his knee. Up Time's fair stream far back,--oh far, The great wise teacher must be sought! The Kurus had not yet in war With the Pandava brethren fought. In peace, at Dronacharjya's feet, Magic and archery they learned, A complex science, which we meet No more, with ages past inurned. "And who art thou," the teacher said, "My science brave to learn so fain? Which many kings who wear the thread Have asked to learn of me in vain." "My name is Buttoo," said the youth, "A hunter's son, I know not Fear;" The teacher answered, smiling smooth, "Then know him from this time, my dear." Unseen the magic arrow came, Amidst the laughter and the scorn Of royal youths,--like lightning flame Sudden and sharp. They blew the horn, As down upon the ground he fell, Not hurt, but made a jest and game;-- He rose,--and waved a proud farewell, But cheek and brow grew red with shame. And lo,--a single, single tear Dropped from his eyelash as he past, "My place I gather is not here; No matter,--what is rank or caste? In us is honour, or disgrace, Not out of us," 'twas thus he mused, "The question is,--not wealth or place, But gifts well used, or gifts abused." "And I shall do my best to gain The science that man will not teach, For life is as a shadow vain, Until the utmost goal we reach To wh
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