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My brother kneels (so saith Kabir)

To stone and brass in heathen wise,

But in my brother's voice I hear

My own unanswered agonies.

His God is as his Fates assign-

His prayer is all the world's-and mine.

The Prayer.

At moonrise the cautious coolies got under way. The lama, refreshed by his sleep and the spirit, needed no more th