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They
strove
but
who
shall
Heaven
s
might
with
stand?
The
foul
Pest
quailed
in
Nandi
s
iron
hand.
Now
begged
the
Ogre.
& quot;Thou
of
heavenly
race,
Unconquered
Nandi,
grant
me,
of
thy
grace,
& quot;In
Bharat
s
walls
but
one
brief
night
to
stay,
Of
Bharat
s
throngs
but
one
weak
man
to
slay,
& quot;Such
bounty
for
mine
honor
s
sake
I
claim,
And
back
I
crawl,
defeated,
whence
I
came. & quot;
Thus
Nandi
made
the
pact,
and,
brazen-voiced
Proclaimed
his
deed;
and
Bharat
s
folk
rejoiced.
But
ere
another
sultry
night
had
fled,
In
Bharat
s
walls
a
hundred
men
lay
dead!
And
Bharat
s
people
gasped,
with
faces
pale,
& quot;The
Plague!
Is
Heaven
s
might
of
no
avail? & quot;
In
blazing
wrath
strode
Nandi
forth
again;
He
found
the
Plague,
couched
in
a
stagnant
fen.
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