Only a mockery of sleep!  But the vow had been violated, the sacred purpose unfulfilled!  Humiliated, penitent, but resolved, the ascetic drew from his girdle a keen knife, and with unfaltering hands severed his eyelids from his eyes, and flung them from him.  “O Thou Perfectly Awakened!” he prayed, “thy disciple hath not been overcome save through the feebleness of the body; and his vow hath been renewed.  Here shall he linger, without food or drink, until the moment of its fulfilment.”  And having assumed the hieratic posture,—­seated himself with his lower limbs folded beneath him, and the palms of his hands upward, the right upon the left, the left resting upon the sole of his upturned foot,—­he resumed his meditation.

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Dawn blushed; day brightened.  The sun shortened all the shadows of the land, and lengthened them again, and sank at last upon his funeral pyre of crimson-burning cloud.  Night came and glittered and passed.  But Mara had tempted in vain.  This time the vow had been fulfilled, the holy purpose accomplished.

And again the sun arose to fill the World with laughter of light; flowers opened their hearts to him; birds sang their morning hymn of fire worship; the deep forest trembled with delight; and far upon the plain, the eaves of many-storied temples and the peaked caps of the city-towers caught aureate glory.  Strong in the holiness of his accomplished vow, the Indian pilgrim arose in the morning glow.  He started for amazement as he lifted his hands to his eyes.  What! was everything a dream?  Impossible!  Yet now his eyes felt no pain; neither were they lidless; not even so much as one of their lashes was lacking.  What marvel had been wrought?  In vain he looked for the severed lids that he had flung upon the ground; they had mysteriously vanished.  But lo! there where he had cast them two wondrous shrubs were growing, with dainty leaflets eyelid-shaped, and snowy buds just opening to the East.

Then, by virtue of the supernatural power acquired in that mighty meditation, it was given the holy missionary to know the secret of that newly created plant,—­the subtle virtue of its leaves.  And he named it, in the language of the nation to whom he brought the Lotos of the Good Law, “TE”; and he spake to it, saying:—­

“Blessed be thou, sweet plant, beneficent, life-giving, formed by the spirit of virtuous resolve!  Lo! the fame of thee shall yet spread unto the ends of the earth; and the perfume of thy life be borne unto the uttermost parts by all the winds of heaven!  Verily, for all time to come men who drink of thy sap shall find such refreshment that weariness may not overcome them nor languor seize upon them;—­neither shall they know the confusion of drowsiness, nor any desire for slumber in the hour of duty or of prayer.  Blessed be thou!”

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And still, as a mist of incense, as a smoke of universal sacrifice, perpetually ascends to heaven from all the lands of earth the pleasant vapor of TE, created for the refreshment of mankind by the power of a holy vow, the virtue of a pious atonement.