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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
Surely on my loveliness. 
 
They dance a jig together. 
 
Look at her obscene distress !  
How it makes me laugh to see her  
Writhing in her pains. — Come hither,  
Mistress !  join us, laughing freer  
As thy lips and cheeks grow whiter,  
And the old loves shrink and wither  
At the kisses of the smiter !  
Ho !  Ho !  Ho !  a knock I hear...  
By my maidhood, who comes here ? 
 
The stable door is pushed in, and three holy kings appear, sur-
rounded by their retinue.  They enter in solemn procession, and 
seat themselves at the central stall. 
 
GOVINDA 
 
Say, my brother, is the vision 
That thou sawest in the grove 
Answered ? 
 
CHAU 
 
Doth the exact division  
Of the azimuth rightly prove  
That the star points hither truly ?