Indian Fevers Indian Fevers In this, O Nature, yield I pray to me. I pace and pace, and think and think, and take The fever’d hands, and note down all I see, That some dim distant light may haply break. . . . . . . The painful faces ask, can we not cure? We answer, No, not yet; we seek the laws. O God, reveal thro’ all this thing obscure The unseen, small, but million-murdering cause. Bangalore, 1890-3. Bangalore, 1890-3. The Star The Star The Star The Star The Star Far across the Loneland, far across the Sea,
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