Recite it where the good resort,

In lowly home and royal court.”

The hermit ceased. The tuneful pair,

Like heavenly minstrels sweet and fair,

In music's art divinely skilled,

Their saintly master's word fulfilled.

Like Ráma's self, from whom they came,

They showed their sire in face and frame,

As though from some fair sculptured stone

Two selfsame images had grown.