CHAPTER XVKrishna.Men call the Aswattha,--the Banyan-tree,--Which hath its boughs beneath, its roots above,--The ever-holy tree. Yea! for its leavesAre green and waving hymns which whisper Truth!Who knows the Aswattha, knows Veds, and all. Its branches shoot to heaven and sink to earth,[FN#30]Even as the deeds of men, which take their birthFrom qualities: its silver sprays and blooms,And all the eager verdure of its girth,Leap to quick life at kiss of sun and air,As men's lives quicken to the temptings fairOf wooing sense: its hanging rootlets seekThe soil beneath, helping to hold it there, As actions wrought amid this world of