Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.
The Gift
By Rabindranath Tagore
From “Narratives”
SANATAN was telling his beads by the Ganges when a Brahmin in rags came to him and said, “Help me, I am poor!”
“My alms-bowl is all that is my own,” said Sanatan. “I have given away everything I had.”
“But my lord Shiva came to me in my dreams,” said the Brahmin, “and counselled me to come to you.”
When suddenly Sanatan remembered he had picked up a stone of priceless value from the pebbles on the banks of the river, and thinking that someone might need it had hid it in the sands.
He pointed out the spot to the Brahmin, who dug up the stone and was surprised.
