Reft of the Word which Self has driven out.
V.
Thou, Lord, the cage,—the parrot, see! ’Tis I!
Yama the cat: he looks and passes by.
By Yama bound my mind can never be,
I call on Him who Yama made and me.
The Lord eternal is: what should I fear?
However low I fall, He still will hear.
He tends his creatures as a mother mild
Tends with untiring love her little child.