The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
. . . At places the pulse of fragrance that comes and goes
on the airy undulations affected Rama like sweet music.
Here one will find in rich abundance wind-wafted odour
which is sweet and soft; "sweet as the smile when fond
lovers meet, and soft as their parting tears." Fair fields
on the tops of these giant mountains are stretched like
decorated carpets. Do they serve the Gods as dining
tables or as dancing grounds? Murmuring streams and
rivers thundering over precipices are not missing in
these fairy scenes. On certain summits, the vision enjoys
perfect freedom, unimpeded it travels, far and wide on
all sides, no hills to stand in its way, no angry clouds to
mar its course. Some of the grand peaks in their zeal to
pierce the sky and cleave the cloud-land have, altogether
forgotten as it were to stop; and appear to melt into the
highest heavens.
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The present dwelling of Rama is a snug cottage, in the
mountain amphitheatre, surrounded by a greensward in
a lonely natural garden commanding a fair view of the
Ganges . . . Ram Buti grows in profusion here. Sparrows
and other birds twitter heartily all the day long. The
climate is bracing. The song of the Ganges and the
chorus of birds keep up a celestial festival all the time.
Here the Ganges valley is very broad, Gangi flows in a
vast Maidan so to speak. The current, however, is very
swift. Still, it has several times been waded across by
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