[Illustration: Drawing of a person riding a cow]
_face p. 362_
_Coming Home on the Cow’s Back._ The struggle is over; gain and loss,
he is no more concerned with. He hums a rustic tune of the woodman, he
sings simple songs of the village-boy. Saddling himself on the cow’s
back, his eyes are fixed at things not of the earth, earthy. Even if
he is called to, he will not turn his head; however enticed he will no
more be kept back.
Riding the cow he leisurely wends his way home:
Enveloped in the evening mist, how tunefully the flute vanishes away!
Singing a ditty, beating time, his heart is filled with a joy
indescribable!
That he is now one of those who know, need it be told?