The Giver and the Taker.
By John G. Whittier
[THE following is an attempt to versify a literal translation of a poem by the Hindoo writer, Tineval-luva, who lived, it is supposed, in the third century of our era. He was remarkable for his hatred of idolatry and caste, and for his almost Christian conception of God and human duty :] Who gives what others may not see,
Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise,
Shall find his smallest gift outweighs
The burden of the mighty sea. Who gives to whom hath naught been given,
His gift in need, though small indeed
As is the grass-blade's wind-blown seed,
Is large as earth and rich as Heaven! Forget thou not, O man! to whom
A gift shall fall, while yet on earth,
Yea, even to thy seven-fold birth,
Revive it in the lives to come! Who, brooding, keeps a wrong in thought
Sins much, but greater sin is his
Who, fed and clothed with kindnesses,
Shall count the holy alms as naught. For he who breaks all laws may still
In Sivam's mercy be forgiven;
But none can save in earth or Heaven
The wretch who answer's good with ill! —John G. Whittier, in the Waif.