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[Illustration: Drawing of a person on rural path]
_face p. 357_
_Looking for the Cow._ She has never gone astray, and what is the use
of searching for her? We are not on intimate terms with her because
we have contrived against our inmost nature. She is lost, for we have
ourselves been led out of the way through the deluding senses. The home
is growing farther away, and byways and crossways are ever confusing.
Desire for gain and fear of loss burn like fire; ideas of right and
wrong shoot up like a phalanx.
Alone in the wilderness, lost in the jungle, he is searching,
searching!
The swelling waters, far-away mountains, and unending path;
Exhausted and in despair, he knows not where to go,
He only hears the evening cicadas singing in the maplewoods.