Once a fine lad went out in search of God
Many a mile in deep forest he trod
Met a sage who gave him a name to call
Found a fit place to do his penance all
Years hence he awoke to a power
Welling up in him like a reservoir
Elated the lad strutted about
Forgot God to find whom he had set out
God took a simpletons shape and came
`Sir, yonder tusker can thou kill, thou of fame' ?
`See for thyself said he, it died that instant
And at his word rose again just like that
`Has this feat helped you to find God?' asked he
And vanished waking the lad from his folly
Me and my power
Swiftly flow down the sewer
To make a mire
or
Mixed with Gods mercy
Broad channels `fore meeting sea
Great blessing we be
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