Chapter 12 of 14
Shiv and the Grasshopper
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(THE SONG THAT TOOMAI'S MOTHER SANG TO THE BABY)
Shiv, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow, Sitting at the doorways of a day of long ago, Gave to each his portion, food and toil and fate, From the King upon the guddee to the Beggar at the gate. All things made he--Shiva the Preserver, Mahadeo! Mahadeo! he made all,-- Thorn for the camel, fodder for the kine, And mother's heart for sleepy head, O little son of mine!
Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor, Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to
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