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The hill, was born into this world a sun,
Bright as this orb doth oft o'er Ganges shine.
Whence, naming this spot, let not any one 52
Call it Ascesi—that were tame in sense—
As Orient doth its proper title run.
Such was his rise, nor was he far from thence, 55
When he began to make the wide earth share
Some comfort from his glorious excellence;
For he, a youth, his father's wrath did dare 58
For maid, for whom not one of all the crowd,
As she were death, would pleasure's gates unbar.
